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Cosmic Reawakening

by Crafteon

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1.
The Outsider 05:21
I know not where I was born Save this castle, all memories are dust Dark passages and shadowy solitude Measureless time amongst infinity of death No moon or sun to illuminate My caliginous realm of gloom No sense of self or identity The only answer is to climb To seek the sky Beneath the keep, a labyrinth Of nighted silence: dark, oppressive air My sole reality in crumbled books Forsaken cycle as a long-forgotten man No mirrors or glass to illuminate My undiscovered reflection No faith in purpose or philosophy All that’s left is to climb Behold the light Urge to ascend the black, ruined tower Or meet my end Free from my imprisonment I come upon A venerable ivied castle My eyes baptised by the sight of my kin Desperate for contact, I cross over the sill Unwholesome clamor and panic erupt The guests fleeing from a horror unknown With arms outstretched To a carrion thing before me Unnameable creature My touch collides with polished glass It’s me
2.
I hate the moon In the spectral summer of narcotic flowers And humid seas of foliage I walk by the shallow crystal stream Resistless to the currents of strange oceans Swirling away under the arched, carven bridge Lotos blossoms float along like calm, dead faces Dropped down from the howling winds of the opiate night The blossoms stare back with sinister resignation What the moon brings, what the moon brings I run right along the shore, maddened ever by the pressing fear Of unknown things and alluring charnel faces Down from the lunar-brightened sky, a black condor descends Upon the reef, beginning to emerge with the ebbing tide Up from the depths, black spires surface on the sea Revealing ancient towers of the past: dead, dripping city Electrifying my body, a new chill washes over me As the waxing moon unveils the secret of the spires Jutting from the waves, neither reef nor city But a black basalt crown of a Cyclopean horror Shrieking, I fear the hidden face will rise above the waters To escape I plunge into the stinking shallows where now I sleep I hate the moon
3.
The Temple 05:09
We found the ivory carving Stashed among his dripping rags Pried his clenching grip from the railing Throwing him overboard His eyes jarred open The reanimated corpse swam away Drifting into madness The ivory idol guides us Torn away from our course Plunging down through abyssal doors Driven mad Breaking loose, a mutiny brings fratricide One by one, the bodies out the double-hatches Nowhere to go but down Down to the ocean floor With the statuette firmly in our grasp Reluctant, assisted suicide The aqueous depths his Stygian grave Now I’m alone Failing air and failing light Urge to disembark Looming in the searchlight Cyclopean keep Yawning, beckoning door I behold the temple With the fading of the last stricken match An eerie requiem penetrates the hull Shining forth from the opening of the temple A light like altar-flame seduces me to my death
4.
Dagon 05:10
Silent escape Slipping into the waters Lost on this freakish mire I see mankind is dead And when I touch the water I’m plagued with dream-infested sleep Dream-infested sleep Polyphemus Blind, idiot god I feel your breath against my neck That slick, mucoid layer Upon its wretched frame Dreams, dreams of rising tides Ancient deity Blind, idiot god I hear your children at my door Now, now, now they come I step upon the window sill The needles fall away The creatures call me home Plunging to the street below Dagon Blind, idiot god You’ll not have me
5.
Where the blasted heath now stands Is where the dreaded thing first came down Ripping the earth asunder With a noisome crack of thunder Glowing faintly in the night The indescribable colour of the light Every measure found it nothing of this earth Yet still the nameless thing perpetually burned It came down from the skies The crystal carrier of cosmic light The foetid pestilence diffused throughout the land Emanating from the sunken, shadowed crater Disproportionate flora and fauna Dark disfigurement and hulking malformations The sudden madness of his wife And withering crops of the blackened countryside Chaotic, phosphorescent matter It was the colour, it was the colour It came down from the skies The crystal carrier of cosmic light Shriveling skin, crumbling bodies Crippling poison The plague’s wretched wrath Swallowing children, species of suction Feeding its hunger The colour out of space The waving trees, accursed glimmering lights Terranean curse, skeletal shards of life Engulfing the vigor, sucking the marrow Draining away, leaving it dry Down the well, the colour grows Slime-infested, wicked waste Awaiting the call, from far beyond To dwell again among the stars It came down from the skies The crystal carrier of cosmic light It was the colour, the colour out of space
6.
Gazing out toward the black sea Bestowing my torch, lighting the pathways I am the keeper guarding North Point Charged to this tower, sworn to the dark nights While my beam cuts the horizon Secrets do lurk behind the gray mist From the vapors emerges a white ship Beckoning to me, its charioteer calls: Follow me to the waves, Sail to your dreams of unknown, nameless shores Grasp onto the helm Steer for the lost, forgotten lands of old The White Ship rides forever to distant tides The White Ship rides, following its feathered guide Borne upon the billowing waves and wind We sail onto glorious lands of gods Sona-Nyl and Thalarion Yet my heart lies in Cathuria Against his will, the captain agrees to leave For miles and miles following wings above Never finding the land of Cathuria I’ve forsaken all that is now lost Dragged forward, we yield Unto the dark, abysmal door ahead Deep into the void Whirling our ship into the mouth of Hell The White Ship rides forever to distant tides The White Ship rides, following its feathered guide The White Ship rides forever to distant tides The White Ship rides, following its feathered guide
7.
From Beyond 05:51
Twilight in Providence Imagination’s hour A late invitation from a disconcerting friend The student of the dark His eyes sunken deep Under blotched, yellowed skin Disfigurement of tenebrous addiction For ten long weeks Under laboratory lamps Sharpening his ancient invocations At the crest of attic steps I behold the odd machine Glowing with a violet luminosity Overleaping time we travel to the stars Enkindling a cosmic reawakening Hurling toward infinity Unleashing Elder Things Inviting dark monstrosities Calling from beyond Attuning to the frequencies Where daemonic shadows feed Spectral shades encircle me This cannot be a dream Emanating noisome drones The apparatus glows Pouring forth a seething column Of tentacled illusions My colleague whispers furtively With terror in his breath Warning me I cannot move For in these rays we are able to be seen Unfurl the truth These cosmic beings walk the boundaries of our world Waves awakening a thousand sleeping senses Inherited from aeons of evolution Delicate torture of my whole body Aerial ocean of light We call them from beyond I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity And drawn down daemons from the stars I have harnessed the shadows that stride From world to world to sow death and madness Space belongs to me They are coming, they are coming
8.
Indescribable, odd accounts Of flood waters churning with creatures Old rustic superstitions, whispered legends Tenebrous shapes, crustaceous bodies Membranous wings of mist The Old Ones remembered In folk tales weaved with myth Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Whisperer in the Darkness Ia! Yuggoth! The Whisperer in the Darkness In certain deep, steep-sided gorges spied in thickets at twilight on the hills they drone Letters from Akeley, referenced scripts Legendry Celtic and Pennacook myth Ex nihilo nihil fit Druid-like monuments, circling stones Hieroglyphic marks and etchings unknown Star-born race May Eve, on the hideous Sabbat night Furtively emerging from the pits of primal life The Outer Ones of Yuggoth With nameless things collide Ancient dark alliances forged in the dead of night Chorus Entering primitive hills, funereal stillness Acknowledging the eerie invitation To Dark Mountain Menacing, glassy, strained, rigid stare Whispers emanating from a corner chair Of great tiered towers built of black stone Insidious cylinders encompassing souls Traveling nebulous distances The Outer Ones’ mechanical mummery Akeley imprisoned in cylindered night Enslaved to the Stygian realm of Neptunial sprites As hideous fungoid beings build subterrestrial reichs To the blackest goat, Lord of the Wood and unmeasurable might Chorus Puppetry, trickery, mimicking ruse Necronomicon subjects, the Outer Ones seek me Antediluvian architects Need to escape this net of morbidity Unnatural revelation, Circumventing flight through the wood From the house, evade this vile suffocation Akeley? This can’t be real...

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Metal Injection:
"Crafteon are about to self-release their debut album, Cosmic Reawakening, and it's one that should definitely be on your radar if you're a fan of black metal or legendary horror author, H.P. Lovecraft. From the moment you hit play on the album, you're immediately transported into a melodic and mystical world that Crafteon builds on across all 8 tracks, and leaves you wanting more."

No Clean Singing:
"The lyrics are indeed Lovecraftian in their evocation of blood-chilling horror. And the music effectively captures the terrifying and grandiose drama of the words, with a pulsating, yowling riff that gets its hooks in fast and cracked, strangled vocals that are monstrously ugly and rise up in flames of delirious anguish."

Disagreement.net:
"[O]ne of the most memorable black metal albums ever."

Album description:
This recording prudently recounts an antiquarian bundle of peculiar short stories authored by the famed American horror writer, H.P. Lovecraft, featuring a blasphemous potpourri of amorphous black metal enmeshed with spurious, assonant passages of hope juxtaposed and vanquished by discordant strains of utter despair and madness.

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released August 25, 2017

All music written and performed by © Crafteon

Lord Mordiggian - Vocals, Guitar
Fthaggua - Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals
Ithaqua - Bass, Backing Vocals
Rhagorthua - Drums

Mixed by Michael Goodrich
Mastered by Adam Tucker at Signaturetone Recording
Guitars and vocals recorded by Lord Mordi
Drums recorded by Jamie Hillyer at Module Overload

Cover artwork by Nick Skochev a.k.a. SHadoW-Net @ Deviant Art
Lyric pages and disc tray art by Mark Wesley Foster
Crafteon logo and cover layout by Brutal Disorder Designs
CD case and booklet layout and design by Travis Boylls
Photos by Boutte Photography & Design | Costuming by Mallorie Crouch

Lyrics are an attempt to remain as true as possible to the original text of each H.P. Lovecraft short story (via excerpts from the Public Domain), and where such attempts prove difficult, Lord Mordi has supplied lyrical contributions and revisions while striving to at least mirror Lovecraft’s style and diction.
“Dagon” lyrics featuring contributions from Andrew Menefee

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Crafteon Denver, Colorado

Crafteon is a black metal band out of Denver, Colorado, whose music is based on the works of famed horror writer H.P. Lovecraft. The name "Crafteon" is a play-on-words with "Lovecraftian" and "aeon."

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