Of Woe or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Gloom

by Ever Circling Wolves

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Jussi Visanen It is much like their previous record The Silence from Your Room, but everything is bigger, the songs are more dynamic and the overall production is top notch. The last track 'These are Ashes, these are Roots' is MASSIVE. Favorite track: These Are Ashes, These Are Roots.
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burialchamber Each song feels like a new friend that I'm slowly getting to know. My preference is for longer songs so I'm naturally drawn to 'These Are Ashes, These Are Roots'. But they're all terrific and 'Of Woe' is sure to be one of my most played albums of the year. Great production too. Vive l'avant-garde! Favorite track: These Are Ashes, These Are Roots.
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Of Woe is out now on Cimmerian Shade Records.

The long-awaited sophomore album by Ever Circling Wolves is finally here! You may not have even realized it yet, but you were awaiting. That is the reason you've been experiencing shortness of breath lately.

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released January 27, 2017

All music written by Ever Circling Wolves except "Deeper" and "Ibn Qirtaiba" by Otto Forsberg
All lyrics written by Henri Harell except "Deeper" by Henri Harell and Otto Forsberg
Recorded and mixed by Antti Asa Salo
Mastered by Pietari Pihlainen
Keyboards played by Olli Hipeli
Cover art by Otto Forsberg and Maija Maronen

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Post-doom sludge metal from Finland.

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Track Name: Cœur
It's labyrinthine where I've followed you,
It's dark and peril lies ahead.
You've taken me where I fear to tread,
Accidental siren in my view.

Your eyes, your smile,
They drive me

Dear friend, have mercy,
Your path is crushing me.
Let go of this halter
That you hold unwillingly.

Tears fall, heart is breaking,
But no fetters constrict me.
I will sit down and weep.
Your path has broken me.
Track Name: Haunted
I hold your hand, lest I lose you in the fog.
It's everywhere, I think we're lost.
Hurry up, we must get away.
No one haunts us but me.

I turn away from your eyes.
I look again, and they have changed.
Was it something I said or did?
Was it something I buried?

Are you still holding my hand?
I cannot feel it any more.
I cannot feel the wind blow,
I cannot hear your voice.

Please, bring me back into the light,
I'm sorry for what I've done.
Please, dig me up from the ground,
Or is it you that I have buried?

I will lay my dreams to rest,
Winter grows within my chest,
Icy fingers creep in slow,
The ever circling wolves of woe.
Hope flickers out beneath,
I am clutched by claws of grief.
I try to change, but it's in vain,
All will be ruined, I am to blame.
Track Name: In the Trench (Dear Eva pt. 3)
A vast plutonian deep,
devoid of light.
A tremendous weight
is crushing my lungs.

Swallowing the brine,
I reflect and realize:
Love...
Your friends die laughing.

Fettered, no doubt,
by my own actions.
The anglerfish are noble,
they provide me with light.

They said if I believe
my dreams could come true,
but my dreams are nightmares now
that they're still of you.

Perhaps you'll hear my words from the deep,
Uttered to convey this meaning:
Dear Eva,
I need you like I need the water I breathe.
Track Name: Challenger Deep
"And all those secrets will be
safe forever under watery fathoms."
-H.P. Lovecraft: ”the Colour out of space”
Track Name: Deeper
I'm floating down (and deeper)
into darkness.
No beams of light (I am)
completely sightless.

I wanted to discover worlds,
to build my home on solid ground.

This solitude (crushing me)
like the pressure
I have now reached (the bottom)
so cold and dead.

I wanted to find worlds with you,
and now I find them all untrue.

And I retreat to sleep, (I've found peace here)
to my ghastly wet grave. (in this realm deep down)
Closing eyes, ceasing breathing. (I will stop swimming)
Consciousness slips away. (and I will drown)
Nightmares mar my sleep, (I've found peace here)
despair haunts my wake. (in this realm deep down)
Though you did not mean to do so, (I will stop swimming)
your actions made me break. (and I will drown)
Track Name: Lenore
A single moment, suspended in time,
Your gaze meeting mine.
A moment so precious, I scarcely dare to dream,
Is not real, though it might seem.
I’m reading things in the way you move,
Or how I recall that you did.
I trace your likeness in the night sky,
But all the details are lost in the rain.

Who cometh knocking on my
Chamber door?
It is the wind
and nothing more.

Pray, grace an admirer with your smile,
Bestow a kindness, warm my heart,
Let me bask in your glow until we part.
But nothing is forever, not even your smile.

You rare and radiant maiden,
In my mind, your halo's waning.
You’re not here but a sublime memory of you stays.
You are like hell in so many ways.
Track Name: Ibn Qirtaiba
"Ibn qirtaiba: ’Thus go the holy words...’ formal
beginning to fremen religious incantation
(derived from panophilia propheticus)"
-Frank Herbert: Dune
Track Name: These Are Ashes, These Are Roots
Of filth born, into a world of filth,
A king without a throne.
We crawl before you in awe,
You, vermin born to rule us all.

Sickly limbs, filthy claws, my liege,
You are terror in the flesh.
Your promises of bliss are lies.
You feed upon our hopelessness.
And when the light of life is gone,
You welcome us into your maw.
I tremble in the presence of
The scum that has ensnared our minds.

The relics of a time gone by,
What we should have left behind,
Hang like a shadow, blot out the sun,
they’ve cursed this world, yet they go on.

Untold prophets, spewing nonsense,
Seem to herald end of all.
It’s upon us, Rat Man rising
Shapes the world into
a mockery of what we have evolved to.

rat man rising!