Those wild, natural places, where we learn our most valuable lessons, are shrinking in number but are still out there; modern technology will never trump natural mystery.
lyrics
Walking tall, he held his head up high amongst the trees
His ears fixated yonder to the sky
With heavy heart, his need was pure as newly fallen snow
His hunger raged beneath the cliffs of stone
Time stood still; in this place he was to sit alone
Where day and night forever intertwine
Elusive sounds and the scent of purifying smoke
Lingered in that woodland mountain sacred circle
In a prayer he cried, “Manitoki, ni’otomien. Košelamalikwa, {“Spirits, my ancestors. Source of Life,”} be my guide when all hope is lost.”
As he waited for an answer, the world of flesh was cast aside.
In his vacant stare he became transfixed by the wings of a feathered serpent.
In the mist, at last it came to him – a sleepless dream;
The message he had been seeking
A trail to walk; a path lit by a spirit fire
A secret that he would speak to no one
In the brush, with eyes that faintly glowed in moonlit fog
An old man’s face in a creature’s form
The timeless stare of he who roams this forest land
A silent guardian for earth’s truth seekers
“Niawe!” {“Thank you!”} he cried. “Manitoki, ni’otomien, Tapalamalikwa, {“Spirits, my ancestors. Source of Love”} be my guide on the darkest days.”
As he waited for an answer, the world of flesh was cast aside
In his vacant stare he became transfixed by the sound of a panther splashing.
As the fragrant smoke ascends, his thoughts rise to the sky
All the power of the heavens, gaze below with your twinkling eye
supported by 50 fans who also own “Pekikalooletiiwe (Instructions: an exhortation)”
What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
supported by 49 fans who also own “Pekikalooletiiwe (Instructions: an exhortation)”
La mine, c'est le lieu qui met le plus en exergue les disparités sociales : d'un côté ils sont des milliers à descendre dans les entrailles de la terre, de l'autre une poignée s'élève socialement ; d'un côté ils meurent par centaines sous l'effet des coups de grisou, de l'autre ils consolident leurs richesses. Cette dualité, elle traverse aussi Kentucky : d'un côté le black metal atmosphérique asphyxiant, de l'autre l'americana et le folklore héroïque. Panopticon est dans la lutte permanente ! Jordan Vauvert
supported by 45 fans who also own “Pekikalooletiiwe (Instructions: an exhortation)”
"This record is in honor of the northern lights, which very few things in the world are more beautiful and awe inspiring than" and we can say the same of Panopticon's work. Even a EP with "leftover" songs carries so much beauty. Thetruebia