This is a message to all who would join the fight against Time.
SADA, in the Russian tongue, betokens siege. It is the crusade of the Usurper — a war of the soul and of arcane lore, a charge against all creation — waged from a tower of ivory.
We walk an inward path: unto wastes untrodden by any man, unto the throne that stands in every place at once, unto whatever keeps watch beyond Time.
These songs are wrought as atmospheric black metal and funeral doom, vast, forlorn and dissonant. Here are they gathered for the first time, upon a cassette demo that as yet has no face; and after it there shall follow an EP of two songs, called Of Ash & Wisdom.
Within this leaf are kept the demo, recorded in Northern Vojvodina in the years of Our Lord MMXXV–MMXXVI, the images that guide it, and the words of its songs.
The present crusade is led by these:
The muster is not yet closed; others may yet answer the call.
Behold the world wherein the photograph ought to dwell.
Herein are set down the words of Ash and of Wisdom, which seek an inward and celestial path out of banishment and bondage. They strive beyond the bounds of Time — to breach its walls and build anew its every mote and every instant — the while they mourn a homeland lost for evermore in the black abyss of evil.
The chief of their inspiration was gleaned from Leonid Lipavsky and John William Dunne, learned men who sought a passage out of the realm of mortal thraldom by wayfaring through Time.
Взгляд вдаль К вершине мира Путь к абсолюту С четкой целью Трон Бога везде Все миры — в каждом моменте Кристальный срез времени Сияет славой Вечной жизни Зверь прикончит добычу Острым клыком Кровь зеркало неба Клык зеркало трона Одна смерть на всех Van niemand de martelaar Ik ben het vat van verdriet Gevangen tussen de spiegels Ik adem de as in Ik adem de as in Ronddwalend over de aarde Zie ik alles in mezelf De kroon drinkt Het sterrenlicht En geeft het aan De as
Освещают И смотрят в лицо за окном изо льда Все кто отдал жизнь песне сфер Их час стоит Я свет угасших звезд Во мне звенит оборванный круг Навсегда Просто незримость возносится к небу Грусть из видений и мыслей Хочу туда где мерцает все Где точки времени спят во мгле Где свод дышит небесным песком Где нет горя и нет нас И тихий мороз примет меня
Cetera desunt. The remnant of these words is not yet set down.
Should this message reach you, and you would answer it, set down your words and dispatch them unto the address below.
Write back — osadaproject@gmail.comShould you wish to hear the messages yet to come, enlist in the inner circle. Fresh tidings of the crusade against creation shall ring out for those who stand near.
Enlist in the inner circlea letter to osadaproject@gmail.com shall open, ready to be sent