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In the Wicked Hours

by A Cloud of Ravens

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1.
Some instinct drawing me to go home some thought compelling thee to now roam some factions find their trappings too cumbersome some souls seeking solace in tropes Am I the waiting one, under a fading sun? On the reaping wheel under the reaping wheel On the reaping wheel under the reaping wheel Have I gone again? Our dear son Beholden in a vacuous field beholden to a rotating wheel verboten judgement falls to the pale ones Transparents suffer under stabile Am I the waiting one, under a fading sun? On the reaping wheel under the reaping wheel On the reaping wheel under the reaping wheel Have I gone again? Our dear son A painted sky opens to an endless flight that aches for the night, and I roam again and we roam again As a failing globe aches below my home, I fear And I roam again yes and we we roam again as a fading globe cries our name, reborn of sin On the reaping wheel under the reaping wheel On the reaping wheel under the reaping wheel Have I gone again? Our dear son
2.
The Tempest 03:22
And in the swirl of winds that you've waited for and in your roiling tempest of faith I lay here doused in shades of failing choices of- a path that beckons what's above And from the highest peak am I calling out faint echoes dying out in the wind This distance meting out a righteous end Staunch faith devouring of our sin Here in this swirl of winds we've waited for Here in our roiling tempest of faith We lay here doused in shades of failing echoes of- a path that beckons what's to come Am I waking here alone again? These torches stayed alight through the storm, my doe
3.
Even if you'd weep even if you fear the end even if you see even if you speak of sin Even as we dream even if we'd flee from bliss even as we rise again Embrace me, dawn's sweet grace please breathe the air you'd want to sow This satiating flame is radiating from your soul Even if we break even if it fades away even if we cry even if we cede the ends Even if we stay even if they try to kill even as we rise again Embrace me, dawn's sweet grace please breathe the air you'd want to sow This satiating flame is radiating from your soul Now the moon it cycles full As the nightingale calls and the dusk it beckons all
4.
Iliad 03:12
Trudged through the earth, tangles of vine Bleak repetition dulling their mind Trials of will, villains to shake A trail of tumult left in their wake On the edge of fall, there stood the wounded ones; unknowing figures guided by fate On the edge of fall, there stood the wounded ones Waiting, bracing for a lilting call Forced from the filth, undaunted still some pull irrational of their will (Yet) some senses here, lay undefined Gaze toward their mirrors for what they find On the edge of fall, there stood the wounded ones; unknowing figures guided by fate On the edge of fall, there stood the wounded ones Waiting, bracing for a lilting call This blessed decade sounds of deliverance This secret turmoil had has delivered them to us From base antagonist From the abyss
5.
So alone, indisposed inconsolable, in refrain So alone, lost and cold hang in the solitude of this space Feel the broken panes shards of indifference teeth gnash and knuckles white this blood displaced In the wicked hours in the wicked hours beyond the waking world calls the fool All alone, soul exposed count the open wounds that remain all alone, none to hold grasping at frozen spires of the rain Feel the broken panes shards of indifference teeth gnash and knuckles white this blood displaced In the wicked hours in the wicked hours beyond the waking world calls the fool Stark years, last call red fear does fall lost in the wicked world to be afraid of what we are
6.
Cult Parade 03:16
Some structures failing all in my world Some creatures feeding off of my worth Some masquerading thoughts in my mind Some cult parading off with my heart of hearts Feel the earth decay. Feel the fading gray Feel the blessed rain, and the coarse restraint Feel the birth of day, never to betray You feel the rain You feel the frost This cult parade we've known is lost
7.
Convergence 03:23
As the walls be razed, as they dissolve Gaze beyond the past, as we recall Illusions masked in this lie we call time Constructs of man be damned A cage of swords confines To find where we belong in this overland This landscape, ever fraught, erodes A sojourn ever wrought no breach for escape Rise now, together, rapt as we roam To emerge unscathed, with keen resolve To converge in grace, do souls evolve? Confusion is a chasm dark, from which we climb Parameters long held, lay undefined To find where we belong in this overland This landscape, ever fraught, erodes A sojourn ever wrought no breach for escape Rise now, together, rapt as we roam We see the night as it is, and the day that follows here we've tapped the sphere again- to lift those that may wallow, alone.
8.
Hinterland 03:40
Beyond the endless fields of cold rain aches there seething flats of the plane rife all with scattering beasts on the basin floor beware the wandering soul gone off [that meanders] Stark thoughts of nothingness fill the air Leave the night to tend to itself Watch now the meadows fill See now the creatures kill In the fiery glade, falls fast a hungry blade War and strife unseen by the naked eye to behold, untold out in the Hinterland, the meek and frail withstand not ours to make sense of, stir there the bloodied ones of the scared and scathed of the lost brigade
9.
False hate debates to loss Foretold, abhor, for naught War-torn and suffering disdain forlorn subordinates remain Falling from this place, a five of wands displaced conflict endeavored for the queen of swords Marching from disgrace, from this deceitful race I claim forever as our own tonight And I'm no innocent I am no innocent but I am no innocent and I, I claim no innocence
10.
This fading, this breaking facade this sinking, this reeling portends Still breathing, further reaching out for the faith Unyielding portrayals of grace Till the end of days and defeating ways All the blessings stay All the walls do break Blistered skin, heaven sent, hover above the fray (As we} start seeing everything as it's been
11.
Rise from the punishment, amidst the aid that's lent Foul deeds may go unkept, as soon as those well-meant Now steel away with hopes for the eventide Now steal the grail of the saints whom abide in kind Kneel and pray for the lost, along the way We've fallen far from grace in a fine descent lost in our time of need as they raze the faults of the heretic We've fallen fast from grace without blind repent Lost in our time of need as they raise a past long inherited Bleed in kind today. Feed the maw that bites. Man's law, God's world- now where does your oath lie?

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"A dazzling mosaic of sounds and moods...Clearly a favorite for best album of the year" -Dark Life Experience

"A sonic offering that may sit quite well betwixt classics of the genre."
-Bleak Seasons UK

"(The Reaping Wheel) came crashing through our speakers sounding like a lost gothic Midge Ure-era Ultravox tune." -Beatboxsaboteurs

"A Cloud of Ravens manages to harness all of the identifying touchstones of gothic/darkwave without sounding especially like any other act." -Cult Factions

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released September 13, 2019

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