BLOOD OF THE BLACK OWL (Split Pre-Order from HMB))

Pleased to finally announce the At the Head of the Woods / Blood of the Black Owl limited edition split CD is now available for Pre-Order directly through www.handmadebirds.com Below you'll find previous information regarding the release from an older posting. I'll have 75 copies shipped to me in the next couple of weeks which will become available for purchase directly through me.

AT THE HEAD OF THE WOODS

"Here I Stand" (24:12)

BLOOD OF THE BLACK OWL

"Visions Of Strix Nebulosa" (25:19)

I cannot stress enough, speaking for us both, how wonderful it is to finally find closure, seeing this chapter (the split offerings) come to a close. "Here I Stand" as well as "Visions Of Strix Nebulosa" were all captured during the 2008 "A Banishing Ritual (Into white)" recording sessions. Sessions from a very intense & specific time period within both of our lives.

As some of you may already know, James contributed a significant amount of performance & composition towards my 3rd full length offering "A Banishing Ritual (Into white)." During those sessions, James also helped to establish & strengthen the foundation for visions "I & III" for  an offering that initially existed as three separate spirits. The first (formerly entitled "Hibernation") & third (formerly entitled "Minutiae") movements, or "Visions" as I prefer to call them. Spirits captured of what now is to be known as "Visions Of Strix Nebulosa."

I'll hopefully have cover art to work with soon, so I may begin the design & layout process for the release. For now, for those interested, here are the written spells for "Visions Of Strix Nebulosa." Once again, offered from the spirit of brother Daniel Ellis-Smith Harrod's written word within three Visions for the flight of Strix Nebulosa...thank you for taking the time to read...More to come folks.

VISION I

Sleep now my friend...

Hibernate...

Dream your dreams...

Nestle (Hibernate),

deep in your soil.

Hibernation...

Hibernate,

The snow will fall,

& encrust the ground.

Slopes,

hills,

plains covered.

Hibernate...

It covers your trails...

In existence.

Hibernate,

Let your slumber wander,

into the forgotten spaces...

Hear silence,

& see without eyes.

Hibernation...

Converse with the ones who left long ago...

Hibernation...

Drink deeply...

Hibernate...

Drink deeply...

Ancestral waters.

Become without age,

without flesh.

Sleep,

Hibernate,

Sleep,

now my friend.

Hibernate until the final hours.

And then crawl,

into the light,

of your wisdom...

VISION II

Awaken...

Awaken...

Awaken...

Awaken.

VISION III

...Minutiae...Intolerable...minutiae...
The ever growing, unrelenting obsessions,
Obsessions.
That keep us scraping in the dark.
For those infinitesimal scraps of light.
To few and far between.
Or not at all

So I eat the Moon...
In an effort to digest sleep.
I invite IT!
To become my sweat...

Much less blind (now).
We can sink,
into bottomless oceans.
With the knowledge of stars and planets,
Beat one with the other.
Exhail the mist of time to animals.
With whom, I now swim and understand...

So I eat the Sun...
In an effort to digest thought.
I invite IT!
To become my eyes...

The universe is at a loss for words.
Totems...of parallel worlds and time.
Totems...
Are made as sentinels.
Totems...
Sculptures erected,
in the deepest of waters.
Totems...
The psychic web created...
Connected through speech of dreams...

Totems...
Totems...
Totems...

So I eat the moon...
Totems...
In an effort to digest sleep.
Invite IT...
Totems...
To become my skin.

Totems...