This Ruin Beneath Snowfall

by Old Graves

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Recorded Winter 2014 to Spring 2015

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released June 28, 2015

Colby H. - All Instruments

Samples courtesy of Dave Incamas and Duophonic
Cover photo taken by Patrick Farrugia



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Old Graves Abbotsford, British Columbia

Northwestern Black Metal

Naturmacht Productions

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Track Name: Dawn Treader
Life evades while pain cascades,
like a river carving valleys into broken flesh.

We will vanish as dawn breaks,
We will perish as dawn breaks.

The moon descends as we await abyss
and the approach
of cold emptiness.

Misery and damage done
will be erased by the rising sun.
The horizon bled a golden death,
goodbye to no one;
Hark, our time has come.
Track Name: Hang My Remains From The Crescent Moon
The timeless funeral veil is ever unbroken
as it shimmers above us, pure and endless.
Dense silence and reflected light,
all is still amongst this Canadian night.

The looming glow,
the darkness hewn;
Oh spectral skies,
Hang my remains from the crescent moon.

The cold lingers on the fringes
of my mind like pale fog.

Anxious urgency holds its grip
like talons of stone.

Reality, invading my thought and sleep
rends a weeping gorge between.

Under pale light,
my ashes strewn;
Oh spectral skies,
Hang my remains from the crescent moon.
Track Name: This Ruin Beneath Snowfall
This grand symbol of a reaching, divine hand,
clasping at the white mountainside,
becomes a pinewood tomb.

A steepled casket closed
on icebound souls.
This worldly root of arcane thought rendered null.

From refuge to buried ruin.