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The Roots That Broke The Stone

by Goblin Hovel

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1.
Ground Rot 05:18
Dig, dig, dig for something Nothing in this soil worth keeping Nothing in this ground worth finding No one buried worth remembering When it comes apart from me Rotted roots, a fallen tree, I’ve forgotten how to be The god the people want to see. It becomes a part of me This rotten ground on which I sleep Too late for roots to lift free Into the trunk the poison seeps Rotted shell of me What is my identity No more possibilities Isolated entity.
2.
Saemruun 03:56
Iolite waters and breathing trees I beseech you awaken to my song Magic once buried in root-caged hills Now by a river’s course set free this place where stars like silver light the paths When daylight falls The royal blue of night chases the sun Away This night my power is alight with rays Of moonstruck white This night is mine, this wondrous forest knows my name I will sing the hillside open And let my soul enter the strange There are no tethers to hold me here In this ghostly form I’m free By will, not by force, I break the gate (from the crack in the ether, shapes emerge) Hallowed mist, casting patterns in the air (and I can sense them watching me) I sang a bridge between the worlds we move as psychopomps through life While my eyes may be closed I continue to see
3.
KOBALOS 04:11
Muses guide my tongue to sing An ode to the amphora-keepers A song for the maenad’s groves Of the spirit strangers dwelling there Souvenirs from bacchus journeys Living essence of the soil Colored red with ritual wine And blood of wilderness . . . The rogues who haunt the mountain groves The drinking men of Bromius The shifty dwarves of far flung shores Let the spirits flow . . . Io! Io! Kobaloi! Take the sistrum in your hand Keep your children locked away! Our honored guests have been invoked The bacchanal has just begun! Though they are but strangers here Their impudence is never less. Are you ready to lie with Lust? Are you ready to Drink with us? *On, Bacchae! On, Bacchae! The skins of beasts upon us Io, Bromius! Io Kobaloi! Come taste the nectar of chaos! On, Bacchae! On, Bacchae! With thyrsi in our hands Io, Bromius! Io Kobaloi! Let the ivy twist from the earth we stand on! Thieves found by the son of Zeus Clever tricksters amusing to see Gifted unto Lydian crown Evermore to drink and jest!
4.
You called me to you, but not by name You snuffed the last advisor out of shame And I’ve got some words for you brother, if you choose to hear And when you need a weapon those words will be your spear Searching for answers in nature’s glass Strive for ways to make the music last But I’ve got my harp here, brother can you play? I sit in your throat and I’ll tell you what to say I am the one who speaks aloud So lend me your hands for my devise I have no reason to tell you lies And I mean to entrust you with secrets, brother mine If you train your sight to catch a glimpse of my design I am the one who speaks aloud My heart glows green and heals the ground The crescent shines above my eyes I am the one that cannot die. *(Lost in the swamp, you seem to need fatal assistance So if you trust me we’ll keep failure at a distance All that I try to do is help your kind to see All that I do is of no benefit to me) There is no doctrine that can show you who to be T’s time to open up your eyes and let them see This goes beyond what you learned before No teacher can help you anymore Draw all these symbols gaze to crystals if you must I swear by the moon I will not betray your trust
5.
Carved upon the crystal halls On the arcane temple walls The legacy of she with shining eyes Mentioned once in passing Reflections cleansed my inner sight From illusions of the night Now sentenced to life in obscurity Through the crystal let me gaze *though I dream I cannot name thee The legend that unfolds is but a mystery Now with these stones, I remember and relive And pray you take me in your arms Aethyreal prayers like feathers fly To colored planes beyond the sky Over seas of grey, dark green essence soars As your hierophants commune I see a symbol drawn in light Upon the walls of purest white The children of the sky Never truly died *esoteric distant star Cast away into the dark I recall the name of she who bore the light In hallowed halo of the spheres
6.
I have not raised a sword against foes How it feels to kill I shall never know And I shall not die in a glorious fight So to sing of such honors is not in my right. These rusted words hang Like a blade on my wall Spoken and dreamt of But ne’er used at all Till blood of the hated dyes my hands red I Will Not Sing of the men I left dead. I never have journeyed on a longship o’er the waves Nor seen what awaits me beyond the grave I can’t claim to feast in the hall of the slain So I will not sing of such folly again. It seems in this life The paths that I tread Will be stranger than those I’ll walk when I’m dead Until I fall silent and my spirit has gone I shan’t mock the next life with ignorant song I’ve tasted the fruit of the grain and the vine I’ve spoken to spirits, their knowledge is mine But to sing of these encounters is as far as I’ll go I will never sing of what I do not know. I know how to wander I recall how to sing But I’ll never claim To know everything So lest my strings break under weight of the lies I will not sing false, nor let pride cloud my eyes.
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Chthon 05:52
8.
I carry a coin on my lips I see through a filter of grey The leaking craft carries me To a world of flameless smoke Under the cosmic roots In the vaults of asphodel My hope is their memory of me Here is a poison without root Here is a cry without sound As if I sensed the life I left Through my own dead senses I yearn to feel, the cold, the dark To be afraid, to be anything I cannot choose but walk The feet that carry me are numb The hands that guide me are bones The staff I lean on is my coffin lid I’m going blindly to my fate All around me they sleep Never dreaming, only walking Somnambulating ghosts Shades like me, but thoughtless If this be a vision If this be illusion If I am asleep, alive I pray not to die like this. And my descendants What of them? Will they pour some wine Into my grave-earth? Weill they tell my story still? As long as my line lives I live with them also.

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released October 14, 2014

"The Roots That Broke The Stone," an annual harvest by Goblin Hovel, was recorded, mixed and mastered at Vagabond Studios over the course of 2014 by the masterful hands of Tom Gerwitz. All songs written and performed by Goblin, © 2014. The lineup on this recording consists very simply of Goblin, Tom Gerwitz, and Jim Gerwitz doing their usual thing. Artwork by Grot. Goblin hovel thanks all who supported this album in any way.

Instruments used on this recording: Appalachian Dulcimer, Balalaika, Bells, Bodhran, Bongos, Cello, Chanter, Claves, Cymbals, Darbuka, Frame Drum, Guitars, Mandolin, Tambourine, Voices, and Vuvuzela.
NO KEYBOARDS OR SAMPLES WERE USED IN THE CREATION OF THIS ALBUM.

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A genre-defying band that entails the cooperation of several artists from several bands of several genres under the direction of a nameless Goblin. They present a view of the modern world through the lens of history, mysticism, and mischief.

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