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Everything Worth Loving

by Elder Devil

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Trissette
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Trissette It really is one of my favorite recordings of all time. Everything is perfect. Vocals. Guitar. Bass. Drums. It's exactly what I always wanted. Ceremony type vocals over grindcore. Favorite track: Endless Need.
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Darknight To have a new Elder Devil album in 2023 really makes my year, a stunning album from which this band make it look so easy. Favorite track: New Grief.
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1.
I’ve lived long enough to see it all. A world full of endless need and unanswered calls. A new day isn’t enough to ease these thoughts. A new day isn’t enough to ease these violent thoughts. And that’s why I have these sleepless nights. And that’s why the moon grows bigger in the sky. There is no comfort in the cratered stars. I feel no comfort under heaven’s light. These endless needs, creating wounds that bleed. Cast my body upon the tired shore, where the waves crash. Cast my body upon the tired shore, where salt dries bones, where birds circle, where want finally ends.
2.
The hounds howl at night. Bleating cries. The moon dances in circles overhead. So the hounds lift their heads to cry aloud. I cover my ears and hope that they cease. The edges of sanity inside my head. What a spectacle, a moon so blood red. My frenzied cry. And the hounds’ quiet sigh. A simpering sight in the dead of night. A quiet murmur, a planetary dance, a momentary peace. That quiet murmur, that planetary dance, that momentary peace. Now the hounds, they grow loud, once again. So be it.
3.
Drawing maps on his arms of places where no one belongs. Why do you bask in ignorance? Is your hatred significant? Do you fear happiness? Go back to where you grew up. A sad body. Sitting in a cold house. The lights flicker. The heavens sing. Awash in light, so beautiful the burning night. Awash in light, memories lost with time.
4.
All these limbs and all these leaves, sprouting from the soil of a great harmony. A desirous pull toward what is free. Amongst those limbs and amongst these leaves. This blessing of life everlasting. What does that deep murmur say? Fingers pushed into the ground. Roots meet my touch. Listen for the Earth’s sound. Oh, great harmony, my body an earthen shrine. My mouth no longer speaks. My eyes are swollen blind. My breath of moss and peat. Vines wrap my blackened feet. Take me down with you. My body blooms anew. My body blooms with you.
5.
New Grief 01:55
Wait a minute, is this the same feeling when you say it isn’t? Is this the bright sun when the snow is falling? Are these the deaf ears when you hear me calling? I’m not sure that I want to know. But I’ve lost enough family to make it so. And I’ve made that resentment grow and grow. And I’ve felt the pain that mixes with grief. And I’ve been denied any relief. Deep cuts, large tears, new grief, old despair. Burned hand, ripped skin, years gone, never again. These thoughts are most unwelcome. But they are not going anywhere.
6.
Insomnia 04:48
Eat my heart. Chew through my vessels. Choke on the blood. Let it pour out your mouth and fall to the ground. Then gather what remains. Bury it in your yard. Beside the tree whose leaves dry in the sun. Let it sit. Let it soak into the earth. Let the insects feast. Let the worms grow fat. Then build your house upon the remains, so you can hear every heartbeat. And tell me, what remains? And tell me, what do you crave? A house built upon flesh will never see rest. Let the pulse keep you tossing in your sleep. Let the floors echo with my heartbeat. Let it keep you up at night. You don’t deserve sleep. One day sleep will come. But never will you dream. I will remember you in my dreams, while you lay awake, as insomnia eats. Everything we love comes to us in dreams. But dreaming isn’t sleep when you hear a heartbeat.
7.
Do these wrinkles mean more now that they appear in the mirror? Cutting across a face that looked once young and so hopeful. These lines tell a story that words couldn’t tell alone. Alone, alone, left alone in woe. The hourglass is turned on end and the sand falls until it begins again. Watching as the years go on; so many that loved you are all gone. And you look so much more tired than you did before. So why not rest? Alone with all you miss. Alone, alone.
8.
After Flesh 02:01
Oh, great harmony! Of dancing planets and changing tides, I have answered nature’s calls and brought its proper tithes. All is here with this great earth so fill your mouths with its soil and pack your eyes with dirt. This great land, it whispers to me. Do you hear its hushed words clear as day? What began as mortal blood is so much more. You speak of flesh; what of bark? What is life without the cold and dark? Do you see this as a choice? I speak of an end to pain; I speak with no voice. I feel the end of suffering. I see the creeping blight. I smell each drop of spite. I have no need for sight. I touch cold blood in the night.
9.
Something tore into my chest. Left a gaping hole where flesh once was. I walked among the forest bloom, hands running along needles of pine. Returning to that place in the wood, that place so special to you. Turning over stones to reveal worms. The moss that grows, waiting to be stripped away. Something tore into my chest. Nothing will fix that cavernous abyss. I reached inside the cavity and placed the rusted key. The taste of iron filled my mouth. With the flesh removed, the body is incomplete. Does that satiate? Does that invigorate? Once the key is removed, the hole remains. These affectations grow old. To want nothing more than to remember what it was like before. That puncture wound will never go away.
10.
Mother of Earth, Father of Fire. His terrible glow and her fertile soil. Father burns bright, Mother’s life alight. Flames make visible the darkest corners of night. Swollen eyes, swollen throat. Holding branches like a candle in a church. If he could see, then he would know. If you plant deep enough, it will grow. But there is no time, and there is no guide. Why do you worry when you can’t see in the dark? Rub Father’s coals upon your head, so he knows his son. But he still burns in that forest. And we burn with him in that forest. In that forest.
11.
The water rises. Now it’s time to drown. We were thrown overboard, and no one offered help. Can you hear us underneath the swell? Can you hear us as we sink into this cell? A fleeting act of desperation won’t do much to save us in the end. Not when no one helps or wonders why we can die and begin it all again. From the horizon the shore isn’t closer. And breaths only get shorter. So much for ending things well. On the way to heaven, drop us off in hell. We’ll stay here and wait awhile. But listen for my voice. Can you hear me now? I know this doesn’t matter. I know death doesn’t mean a thing. So don’t lie and say you care when we run out of air.
12.
I can’t go on. I can’t live without. I can’t breathe anymore. I can’t. Nothing ever again.
13.
A man surrounded by love. Now waits alone. Memories of loss consume his every thought. He cannot forget. Why do we love and why does that love leave? The trees are felled. The painted house flakes. Sidewalks lift and separate. The roses left to dry and wilt. Every minute consumed by an ever-present guilt. It all goes away. It all ends in loss. All will decay. It all leaves. Everything worth loving.

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released June 16, 2023

Recorded and mixed by Jacob Lee between April-May 2022
Mastered by James Plotkin
Artwork by Derek R. Setzer

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Stephen Muir | Vocals
Jacob Lee | Guitars
Pete Ruacho | Drums, Noise
Ryan Urquidez | Bass

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