Drink the Poison Yourself!


"To the cedars long gone and for the cascade's in their old tenure."

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The Til is folk-rock extended play composed by S.G. Bellamy with KV. The EP tells the tale of three generations and their path towards triumph over death. The songs, Cadence, Herman, and Item-Four, trace the treck and futility of a patriarch and his children through the wilderness and their eventual demise. This EP is dedicated to the futility of those who suffer daily, regular people like you and me. If you feel that tug on your soul, do not harden your heart.

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Cadence

Cadance, composed in the traditional Andalusian style, was the first song to be composed. The song introduces the album as macabre, taking place at the funeral of another, while also introducing the idea of the "Uncreated Light" and an old melchizedekian figure from an era long past.

Cadence by S.G. Bellamy ft. KV

lyrics

I stared at the doorsill, Teary eyed. The wind did not blow, The oaks stood still. The fallen one watched from far away; Time had passed, but no longer than a day. Red light, white light, the pitch dark, They were all the same before the fall. The board creaked, my heart sunk At the casket I weeped. Outdoors the insulation was irrelevant, The cadence the door made was heaven-sent. The stars of startch that I watched my whole life, Watched me see the Uncreated Light. The winds of the east and the red sun descended, I saw an old man with a beard on his chin His hands were in a blessing fashion, and he shattered all God's commandments. The yeast at the base of that mountain, Where the cedar's valley would dry, Revealed Brother Sun's graceful writhe. Listen. Listen. Listen! I am the fire of Heaven, The Ancient of Days! He who worships my Word, The canyon of darkness which engulfs the world, The Swan protects as a... Is worthy The book; The pen; The wood; The cadence of fire and... Certitude. Certitude. Sentiment. Joie Paix The winds of the east and the red sun descended, I saw no man of sin, rather a carcass deprived of hands, In a blessing fashion, and displayed all God's commandments. The beast at the base of that mountain, Where the cedar's valley would dry, Revealed Brother Sun's graceful writhe. Rain on that hill, As if if the day turned to night, I'd imagine the ray's as the sun's gift of life. But as things do stand, Like that strange old man, They'd disappear into the cosmos' hands. The winds of the east and the red sun descended, I saw no man of sin, Silence! In a blessing sort of fashion, Y la sangre se transformo, En cadencia y en agua, De siglo en siglo.

Herman

Based off of an account of St. Herman of Alaska,