꙳ Naming Angels ꙳

0. Essence

We are a post emotional hardcore band out of Ottawa, ON made up of five members. Drums, Bass, Guitar, Esoterica and Violin. A band brought together by overcoming fate.

X. Malkuth

From the soil of a world obsessed only with selfhood and endless cycles of regeneration. A place where heaven cannot reach. The unnamed sands; the dust was once and shall be his kingdom again. in the deepest of blacks, a restless capacity stirs, yet there is stillness amongst the white flowers.

IX. Yesod

in the darkest night, before her first daybreak, the wind casts your gaze to the dim stars above. the sky - she was gentle and naked and cold. you could imagine an invisible warmth in her moonlight, like remembering the sun on your skin. prey are hiding from the moonlight. they hide in the warmth of another.

VIII. Hod

the winds whisper his names and scream them onto the face of the earth. his names are as many as there are waves on all the seas. an untainted philosophy. there is silver splendor and there is judgment in turn. Everything in its place - flying things to the sky, swimming things to the depths. man's dominion on earth is split into so many kingdoms.

VII. Chesed

and on the first day there is also dawn. the song birds sing their overture. they are painted in the deep blue hues of daybreak. for a moment, his golden chariot rests upon the horizon - a coronation. his light stretches over the dark continents to shine upon the good-hearted, the strong, the worthy, the victorious. in the morning there is fire in the hearts of his righteous emissaries on earth. he has blessed them with victory and kingship.

VI. Tiphareth

far above the waters a long white bridge stretches from hot red sands to the lands cooled in the shade of tall trees. you feel the air cold and wet and heavy in your nostrils, far above the waters. all too often she walks here, between hardened judges and the merciful. her wings are thin and gracile. they glisten in opalescent hues as the winds blow. far above the waters, her wings are useless and beautiful, so she walks along the white bridge.

V. Gevurah

under the streetlights, tall and pale figures amble across the asphalt from shadow to shadow. a dark red flash and a heartbeat. a reminder of what flows through your neck. the smell of your cold sweat savored in their pale aquiline noses. you unsheathe your sword with a prayer. in an instant, a sea of small, glassy eyes sharpen upon you. dawn breaks again on the second day. from his station upon the horizon he fires a thousand streaks of sunlight with good effect on target. each ray of light, a flaming sword sheathed deep in the chest of the enemy. the perfect resting place for a weapon of righteous judgment.

IV. Hesed

a delicate song rings from the shade of the willows to the wildflowers in sun-soaked meadows. a faint three chord melody - Do * La * Re. you wonder if the song still rings out six feet under the grass and dirt and roots and worms. there is a cold finality beneath the bottlebrush and little bluestems. beneath the white flowers, long-forgotten soldiers lift their right hands to meet hers. the cool soil and buried bones rest easy. forgiven and undisturbed. not warmed by the sun. not touched but by the deepest roots. love can be so cold.

III. Binah

in an ivory tower, between the two stones of the alchemist's mill, ashes are ground to dust. the finest grains climb highest on the winds. past the clouds, upon the firmament, the dust settles in the milky twilight. the germ of a new understanding. her discerning whispers gently fall from the heavens and rest upon the vapor film between the divine and the mundane. she paints the skies in dark gray so that the world might drink her good sense in little droplets.

II. Chockma

in his heavenly workshop, by the light of the north star, the gentlest of knocks to his chisel looses a final piece of stone from his handiwork. the face of the tablet is engraved with straight and austere markings - the touch of the master. the handle of a great crucible is lifted from the forge, and from it, he delicately pours the flaming liquid contents into the grooves. resting in the etched rock, the precious gold inlays burn with righteous fire. wise men study for lifetimes for a chance at deciphering another of his transcendent glyphs.

I. Keter

past the white lace blanket of stars over the sky - hidden behind the vast black heavens, he surrounds himself with veils. to his right, three angels of mercy - to his left is a cohort far more severe. he is a river to the world, for the source of his essence is boundless and everlasting. obscured by so many black veils, the brightest of lights still trickles through gaps in the weave.

I. Naming Angels

I have spent all my time giving names to the stars.

Naming angels is: morisuki, kita, pict0, aloofsand, jade and sometimes our friends!

A band planning for battle between the walls of Citizens' Militia, manifest from what makes up the thirdculture collective.

Demos soon! Look after each other!

II. Contact

Right now you can reach us at: moridori (at) disroot (dot) org