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Black One

by SUNN O)))

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PodLizard The roots of So much dark fruit, this music will sonically let loose a journey of emotion to consume your thoughts. I highly recommend you be comfortable with your place in the universe, just saying.
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Have this on CD for years, seen them 5 times. Thanks from an old fan for making it a $1 for a day. I will study it’s dark depths even further. The Texts have been delivered yet again. Praise Be. ((((🎶🎶😑🎶🎶))))
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Sin Nanna 02:17
Scabs of the past peeling slowly from a dark and distant memory, emptiness, whispering menace glinting beneath the skin, consumption in the vast eternal maw, decaying teeth flickering over the tongue of the faceless, debasement of eternal torment, dark is the light. Dark is the light. And everything is black.
It Took The Night To Believe perverted within a viewing standing alone it took the night to believe the beacon lingers come to grasp to the edge of orion repeatedly defiling the wind's daughter cry yourself to ash what is destroyed by fire a perfect silhouette dialates full the withering egg unurished cloak thyself in salutations of crescent eye vibrate believe vibrate defile vibrate believe vibrate defile
Held down by faceless darkness, the universe shrinking back through time, a mouth held open to the bottomless pit, the flavour of the death of all that have come before, the air bloated and brittle with fear, solidifying, forever mummified in the molten ruins of the rejected, their gleeful pain a molten wave that consumes, fields of blood and onyx carry your remains to the last chariot of stone drawn by the great caribou, dragged across the valley of the endless void, to a place where no word exists, where you are left atop the final precipice, the vast expanse of hopelessness stretching into the infinite, becoming with the shattered feathered hands of the damned.
Face down where the ancient soil meets the discarded flesh, the great stench of all that is rotten, and forgotten, the unburied clamber into what you were, feasting on the joy that is stolen forever, alchemy of disgust and hatred, the unceremonious, the smell of all final moments at once, embedded in the great beasts flesh, the carrier of the tormented, the final journey through the impossible, a silence so vast, that deafens with its roaring certainty, to the unnamed places, guarded by the ancient carrion and their minions of vomit and pestilence.
Candlegoat 08:04
Alone, unalive, forgotten and abandoned where only the discarded dwell, the scurrying of footstpes so large planets fall into the great pit, entire civilizations consumed in the slow frenzy of despair, an unholiness that judges without reason, digested by something so hungry, so insatiable, a gleeful darkness that knows you have arrived, and has always known, something that should never have been, something waiting with a patience truly terrifying, that is everything and nothing, a darkness that binds all together in fear and eternity. Await.
Something comes, something that you should never have known calls, summoned by a vastness that kills certainty without thought, the boulders of blood open their gates, for it is here that the universe fears to believe, the gateway to the infinite hunger opens, the eternal swarms that darken darkness beckon with their flawless misshapen menace, a knowledge that is so certain it has been locked away, here it dwells, draped in the void, the very flesh of darkness, where the unholiest caress their nigthmare, the resting place of all that is damned. For here you are unwelcome, un-alive and incarcerated in the place where the mudered stones bleed onto the tongue of damnation.
Here. Decompose forever, aware and unholy, encased in marble and honey from the swarm, a thin coat of eternal whispering that bleaches from within, a darkness that defiles thought, stolen by the wingless harpies whose memories lay waste the valley of diamonds, where the great One sleeps, her eyes, placid pits of violent tar and bitumen regurgitated by demons chained to misery, eyes that see nothing for there is only the darkness that wells up from inside, a great viscous cloud smothering hope, a blanket woven from the dung of the old ones, their disease the tapestry of all that is futile, her gaze burning holes in the veil that protects the chosen, her breathe a plague that unleashes the frozen wolves, blind, their tongues paint your heart with scorpions, their pestilence an invitation to the only one that matters for She is the presence that is all that is un-named, for it is Her, the unbegotten Mistress of the eternal hunger, dwell forever in her great unholy stomach where the damned befoul themselves in the glory of her fecund and bloody history, worship in the torment of a million wasted lives, bathe in the horror that the blood of time carries with the plague, and befoul yourself with worship, for she hates you eternally with the ferocious lust that binds all that inhabit the wasted and forgotten, the blissful loathing of you is now all that remains, alone, forgotten and Damned.


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released October 17, 2005

Initial tracks recorded 09/01 & 11/01 @ the Sanctuary
Primary tracks recorded 05/05 @ Donner-Blitzen
Mixed 05/05 @ Donner-Blitzen
Ambarchi pieces recorded @ Jerker House, Overdubs & mixing at BigJesusCharger 06/05
Assembled @ Donner-Blitzen 07/05
Mastered @ Capital Mastering

Additional 1-tracking on Wrest & Malefic's machines early 05
Track 3 inspired by a track originally recorded by Immortal
Track 5 contains a lyric written by Dead

Illustrations by Jo Ratcliffe
Texts by Seldon Hunt
Art direction by Stephen O'Malley


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SUNN O))) Seattle, Washington

Sunn O)))) formed 1996, Seattle WA (as Mars). A synthesis of diverse: drone, ur, noise, metal, minimalism/maximalism; supported by a cast of collaborators, O))) has two core members: Stephen O'Malley and Greg Anderson.

All digital sales directly go to O))) funding future actions. Hail to our great fans! Thank you all very much for your support so far and in the future! WE RESPECT!
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