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Cosmic Collective: A Choir For the Dispossesed

by Red Nebula

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Packaged in a Double disc gate fold card case featuring artwork by The Art of Asty

    Mastered by Jules Leon at Urth Engineering

    Includes unlimited streaming of Cosmic Collective: A Choir For the Dispossesed via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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    The result of a collective collaboration between The Art of Asty, Crypt Possum Illustration, and Red Nebula. The sigil in the stones on the cover of the Cosmic Collective compilation embroidered in black and white.
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Tonāntzin ihcuac nēhuātl nimiquiz xīnechtōca motlecuilco īhuān quēmman ticchīhuaz motlaxcal xīnechchōquili. īhuān tlā ācah mitztlahtlaniz Tonāntzin. Tleīca tichōca? Xīcnānquili; in cuahuitl xoxōhuic īhuān in pōctli nechchōctia. Translation: Beloved mother When I die Bury me at your cooking fire And when you cook Your tortillas, cry for me And if someone should ask you "Dear mother, why do you cry?" May you respond "because the firewood is green And the smoke makes me cry."
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Guided by hate we shall restore the freedom Guide our warriors through this inquisition Unleashed by fire and victory's desire. The congregation of the ones who sow this world with pain The new world order will become a statement of who we are To the sound of the most majestic requiem you shall worship . For we are The New Opposition ; We are the real awakening of the Beast . I want to see before my eyes your lies Behold your twisted empire burning A vicious desire within hostile hearts Embrace death and revenge entwined. To the sound of the most majestic requiem you shall worship . For we are The New Opposition ; We are the real awakening of the Beast
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The lyrics are an excerpt from The Master And Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov, translated by R. Pevear and L. Volokhonsky. "Gods, my gods! How sad the evening earth! How mysterious the mists over the swamps! He who has wondered these mists, he who has suffered much before the death, he who has flown over this earth bearing on himself too heavy a burden, knows it. The weary man knows it. Night began to cover forests and fields with its black shawl, night lit melancholy little lights somewhere far below. Night… sowed itself from above, casting white specs of stars here and there in the saddened sky. Night thickened, flew alongside, caught at the riders’ cloaks and, tearing them from their shoulders, exposed the deceptions."
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"As a way of escape, we chose to close our eyes and to follow a voice that does not exist. How could we heal the wound they left? Words resound. Undesirable. Memory points its index finger at us, and the soil is the same for both hope and terror. There's no recipe for sleep, Reality's cold kiss keeps us always on guard."
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I. Λυπη Rend this filth made flesh, Tear away your woes. Transcend this body of excrement, Become as gold. Return to the earth stained by blood, Receive the pain earned by conquest. Bask in the ecstasy of pain. Λυπη--embodiment of agony, Accept this humblest of sacrifices. Rend this filth made flesh, Tear away your sins. Escape this body of excrement, You can never be gold. II. Αχος Ache in anguish, Weep and grieve. Let these tears stain the blood-soaked ground. Hear the waves crash upon the shore. The plunge, the churning depths of your ache, The tall crags reaching at ink-blotted clouds. The son beckons, The sun weeps. III. Ανια All is lost to you! Beckoning is the call beyond, The distant undulation of sweet sorrow, Rising and falling. "The wood rots, worms crawl beneath. The flesh decays, reducing to bone. No sight of light in months, The sun and moon have gone from me."

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A coagulation of inebriated visions coalescing into material existence in the form of a Black metal compilation featuring artists from all over the globe. unified by their presence in the founding of what began as a mere shitposting group, the comrades who would come to refer to their musical promulgation efforts as RED NEBULA, are pleased to unveil this, a choir for the dispossessed, a Cosmic Collective

Eternal glory to: All members of The People's Black Metal Necroposting, for allowing this to happen. Special thanks to NutZach, Anna, and the rest of the Exalted Woe Records crew, Kriegsmaster Hatesturm, The Art of Asty, Dethfukk, the other Dethfukk, George Soros, Josh, Caelan, Severin, Farah, Marcos, Jarme, Shrek, Dar, Brannon, whoever the top 10 most active people right now are, Wehrwulf Von Yiffenkrieg, Kakophonix, whoever threw a brick through Zug's window, Chris Dorner, Drunk Nick, that girl who's boyfriend is in Ash Borer, all of our weed plugs, and most importantly, everyone who submitted a track for this comp.
Is It Fash?
-The Voice of the People, Summoner of Bloodstorms, and The Grand Arbiter, Jubilant He

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released July 31, 2019

Artwork by Carlos Agraz
Mastered by Jules Leon at Urth Engineering

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