[Part 1. The Exile] She said to me, "Let me put a spark in your smile, and paint whispers upon your lips, Paint sweet whispers of who we might yet be." The dawn looked beautiful draped upon your skyline. Your liquid frame, your seamstress eyes... And so you spun into the night, spinning your tales amidst the streets, your mark left as a sting. "O', Scorpio, your kiss is but sweet surrender unto these fire lit skies. Take me to the land where all is without name." A rose lays with her now. And all things lead to here. and all ways lead to here, The old way lies torn asunder, a cloak of crimson is creeping in. And all things lead to here, where the fissures and your sorrow heals, but only in time. He said to me, "There is a frission, there is a motion, there is an elegance at work." So delicate her porcelain frame, I wish only to see her safe... Safe within these iron walls, of whom nought but I create. And though I know this is all wrong... I resign her form to sleep, to wait until the dawn, a cocoon awaiting yellow morn to steep in her pearl-essence. And how could I condemn her? O' God... How could I condemn her...? Too still to stay and too pallid to leave! O', your frailty makes me ache! O', how your frailty makes me weak... My back will surely break beneath the weight of our regress. O', how your grace it towers before me! O' how it looms, a monument of flesh and of flame, destined to lay ablaze until my eyes are left as ashes. So then who am I? And what would I be if I were summoned before your smoulders, to seep unto your resting place, to weep and to falter? O', how did this all come to pass? These roads are seldom trod upon, these paths are not yet cleared. And I, too, run the risk of losing face whilst I wrestle with the glade and still I tangle in your footsteps, a chase so rotten and forlorn that only a fool would run. So heady, with their wits between their legs to guide them to their birth. And return they do in droves and flocks, bleating merry abandon, stripped at their Shepard's hand. Bid me then wake from this sordid sleep, fair one. Bid me an end to this desperation, o' fair one! For this sickness is a slumber from which I cannot wake! A fever dream, a pox, a plague, and still I cannot shake it! The many ends in sight yet still so far to fall before my reach, everlast and ever doomed to sleep betwixt my pale of sins for which my countenance is all too steep. So pray tell I leave, pray tell I stay? In my exile, pray tell, what would remain? For falling trees amidst the woods might yet cry in vain if not for human ear. O' crystal mirror, blackened still, pray guide this waking dream. In stone and silver I confide my weight, I confide my pain! And in return I receive from thee, a fateful gnostic fit to face. A circle drawn in sands by those who walked before, the other ones who laboured here in the service of the all. And how could I forget you, O' my love, O' my darling fate?! My faithless frame befit to rot upon the mount until my lesson is learned. O', and how cruel your lesson is... Your tempting steel lays here to plunge into my chest to pluck my beating heart still raw from an ache so heaven sent. So God, damn you to your glory! And glory to his name! While a thousand sons still lay alight in torture and in shame, O' Father, won't you lead them to your holy mount? Won't you lead them to your grace? Won't you lead them, o' so reticent as they accept their fitful fates? Leave them shaking in their wilderness, leave them shaking in their tortured dreams, leave them shaking 'til their angel comes to guide them to their feet. Guide us witless to the gallows, lead us gutless to the wastes where the gallows men still fan the everlasting flames of discontent. Lead them not into temptation and lead them not into sin. Pray, lead them solely evermore into the great within! [Part 2: Of Fire, Of Sword and The Void] O' fitful sleepers from whence your epilepsy crags, your fissured scabs pour forth your weathered epithet, still so plagued with such contention as to summon forth a blackened sun! And O' how they shall weep! And O' how they shall cry!
As their very sun is blotted out by locust swarms, swallowed in their shallow vision their very nature dooms them all to piss into the wind and choke upon their tepid waste. Poured forth from gall and bladder, drenched in bile and drenched in scorn, invoke the very Blighted Ones upon the babe newborn. Mourning chalice, poison in their cup to grasp to drink so merry feckless in their perverse delight. O' Wretched Ones! O' Defilers Great! Bring forth your misery, spread forth your putrescence! Excrete your waste unto these dying lands to leave their seeds bereft of benefit beneath thy noxious bowels. Let them become Sick. O' Succubus! O' Devil's Whore! And the Men shall know not Women, and Women shall know not Man Only pale and stricken thus, shall sombre effigies conform. Dripping sick and blighted cunt to lead a labyrinth of wonder to the core of rotten alchemy, genitals transmute to lead. In Saturn's stride pray sit, passage splayed forth man and child. Suckle from her wretched teat and drink deeply of her sordid milk. And be poisoned by her Sex. And Man shall clash in Brother's arm, in sickness and in health A war machine, perpetual, their hearts a burning red. And drip their matter does unto the Moon until it cries to hypnotize these Brothers all and captivate their minds. O', God of War! O', Blessed God of Madness! In seat of Mars may pillars burn of towering flame! May the very ground be scorched, until the crops shall grow no more. As the Moon cries Blood. And know they shall of Gaia's wrath as the Earth rebels in its repulse. In rivers and in drops, such sweet release from weeping seed, lightning struck and liberate the eye to pour forth a great and mighty river, so humble and so strong. Pray, lonely poet! Give thyself so whole and plain to raging waters' song. Sing to them your malady to guide them to their birth. O' Great Leviathan! O' Waters Vast and Strong! Pray, illuminate with waters blue, befall us with your tidal wrath! May your fevered rain in torrents fall, to flood the streets and rot their wood. May it pour... May it pour...
May it pour fourth and everlast before the Weeping Moon! O' how dreadful this conceit. O' how woeful they become when the Gods abandon mankind. [Part 3. The Pilgrim's Path] Know ye Pilgrim's, stead and swift of Greater Works reside, to hold his presence, steady still and always at your side. Cast forth your blackened curtains, all! Illusory at most, they hold away the light and rains that shall purify your host, your frame, your vessel forged of light! These gifts to thee bestowed in light to counsel through your shame. "The Sword that is not a Sword The Sound that is not a Sound The Face that is not a Face" O' Westward Men! O' Faceless Men! O' Men of Race of Rose! O' Darkened Souls still yet to come! Walk all ye one and all ye same to tread your sullen path until his breath amidst the winds, until his sound amidst the trees will all things lead to here and all ways lead to here, where the fissures and your sorrow heals before His Holy Mount. Summoned thus through shadow, a task so Heaven sent to venture here through guilt and shame to heal our discontent. And until the morning comes, here is where I'll wait. My death, a seed from which to birth another pilgrim's light. ~ He awoke with a start, upon a bright and newborn day and shook in his spite, cursing that day its very name, overcome with a nostalgia for a time and a place that was not to be and never was. "O', the injustice!" he would cry to himself, a silent plea for his dreams to take flight and come to life before his very eyes. O', how he cried... His vicious tears befalling but a bitter stance to take. A scorn mislaid amongst the grass, he left it there betwixt the blades to find its own way back.
For those who missed their update, STC have released 2 new albums - this one, and Odyssey to the West. THIS IS NOT AN APRIL FOOLS! They were released yesterday Check out their website where you can find both albums, lyrics, and links to their band camp slicethecake.net/
Not quite what I was expecting but kinda gives closure to the Odyssey of the West. But I also think it leaves it open for another continuation. Masterfully done. Hope to see you guys again soon.
+Joe Tumulty If you throw "of gallows" into the program paulstretch and crank a slider you have the ambiance track, haha, but the poetry and everything is nice.
I don't know if there ever will be a better EP this year. And Odyssey to the West is album of the year so far. We'll have to see what else comes but it'll be hard to beat. FUCKING AMAZING. It's still April but I have no doubt we'll see Slice the Cake in my top 10 at the end of the year.
+Gábor Angeli In the second half you have this soundscape with long stretched sounds, that's Of Gallows slowed down, A LOT. You can make up some progressions and vocal lines if you listen carefully
Played this in my car last night as I shrieked from seeing new STC in my youtube subs. It was so surreal driving at night blasting this as loud as possible, I had no idea what I was getting into. Felt more like an outer body experience than anything. Is there any chance we can have the lyrics or for I guess technically script for this? I'd love to read it, lots of beautiful passages
Antonio Petrole I myself, was just driving home from Oktoberfest. A little buzzed up; wondering what Slice the Cake has been up to. I tap this video expecting some heavy fucking metal but as I sit here in my apartment parking lot at 2 in the morning. I'm wondering what the fuck is actually going on. This video just leaves you in a trace. Wanting to hear more. I have no idea wtf is going on but I imagine if I was on acid or something I'd be losing me fucking mind. This isn't even music. It's just mind fuckery and I don't mind it one bit! Good night!
***** my favs on acid are sleepy sun, alt j, psytrance, te beatles and gojira. I think slice the cake, as genius as they are, just sound to "messy" for tripping. Although city of destruction was barely showing anything that disturbed me and created a nice trip.
***** That's because this one's more about setting up the story. If you're just looking for music, go listen to OttW. I dunno what else to tell you. Just because there's no "music" doesn't inherently mean there's no point. It just means it's not your thing.
Yeah, just because there is no music does not mean there is no point. It's a setup to the story in the second album? And God, can't you feel the power in his voice and words? Gives me chills...
+Of Plagues They wanted to make some poetrycore but didn't want to make people listen to a 30 minute intro when they wanted to jam to their album of actual music. What would you have done in their situation?
loved their old albums, music on the new ones is also epic, am i the only one who isn't a fan of the increasing portion of narration? it's good on its own, but when i turn on music, i want to listen to music, not a fucking audiobook :-/
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There are no words to describe how Odyssey to the Gallows and Odyssey to the West makes me feel.
[Part 1. The Exile]
She said to me,
"Let me put a spark in your smile, and paint whispers upon your lips,
Paint sweet whispers of who we might yet be."
The dawn looked beautiful draped upon your skyline.
Your liquid frame, your seamstress eyes...
And so you spun into the night, spinning your tales amidst the streets, your mark left as a sting.
"O', Scorpio, your kiss is but sweet surrender unto these fire lit skies.
Take me to the land where all is without name."
A rose lays with her now.
And all things lead to here.
and all ways lead to here,
The old way lies torn asunder, a cloak of crimson is creeping in.
And all things lead to here,
where the fissures and your sorrow heals,
but only in time.
He said to me,
"There is a frission, there is a motion,
there is an elegance at work."
So delicate her porcelain frame, I wish only to see her safe...
Safe within these iron walls, of whom nought but I create.
And though I know this is all wrong...
I resign her form to sleep, to wait until the dawn,
a cocoon awaiting yellow morn to steep in her pearl-essence. And how could I condemn her?
O' God... How could I condemn her...?
Too still to stay and too pallid to leave!
O', your frailty makes me ache!
O', how your frailty makes me weak...
My back will surely break beneath the weight of our regress.
O', how your grace it towers before me!
O' how it looms, a monument of flesh and of flame,
destined to lay ablaze until my eyes are left as ashes.
So then who am I?
And what would I be if I were summoned before your smoulders,
to seep unto your resting place, to weep and to falter?
O', how did this all come to pass?
These roads are seldom trod upon, these paths are not yet cleared.
And I, too, run the risk of losing face whilst I wrestle with the glade
and still I tangle in your footsteps,
a chase so rotten and forlorn that only a fool would run.
So heady, with their wits between their legs to guide them to their birth.
And return they do in droves and flocks,
bleating merry abandon, stripped at their Shepard's hand.
Bid me then wake from this sordid sleep, fair one.
Bid me an end to this desperation, o' fair one!
For this sickness is a slumber from which I cannot wake!
A fever dream, a pox, a plague,
and still I cannot shake it!
The many ends in sight yet still so far to fall before my reach,
everlast and ever doomed to sleep
betwixt my pale of sins for which my countenance is all too steep.
So pray tell I leave, pray tell I stay?
In my exile, pray tell, what would remain?
For falling trees amidst the woods might yet cry in vain if not for human ear.
O' crystal mirror, blackened still, pray guide this waking dream.
In stone and silver I confide my weight, I confide my pain!
And in return I receive from thee, a fateful gnostic fit to face.
A circle drawn in sands by those who walked before,
the other ones who laboured here in the service of the all.
And how could I forget you, O' my love, O' my darling fate?!
My faithless frame befit to rot upon the mount until my lesson is learned.
O', and how cruel your lesson is...
Your tempting steel lays here to plunge into my chest
to pluck my beating heart still raw from an ache so heaven sent.
So God, damn you to your glory!
And glory to his name!
While a thousand sons still lay alight in torture and in shame,
O' Father, won't you lead them to your holy mount?
Won't you lead them to your grace?
Won't you lead them, o' so reticent as they accept their fitful fates?
Leave them shaking in their wilderness,
leave them shaking in their tortured dreams,
leave them shaking 'til their angel comes to guide them to their feet.
Guide us witless to the gallows, lead us gutless to the wastes
where the gallows men still fan the everlasting flames of discontent.
Lead them not into temptation and lead them not into sin.
Pray, lead them solely evermore into the great within!
[Part 2: Of Fire, Of Sword and The Void]
O' fitful sleepers
from whence your epilepsy crags, your fissured scabs pour forth your weathered epithet,
still so plagued with such contention as to summon forth a blackened sun!
And O' how they shall weep!
And O' how they shall cry!
As their very sun is blotted out by locust swarms, swallowed in their shallow vision
their very nature dooms them all to piss into the wind and choke
upon their tepid waste.
Poured forth from gall and bladder, drenched in bile and drenched in scorn,
invoke the very Blighted Ones upon the babe newborn.
Mourning chalice, poison in their cup to grasp
to drink so merry feckless in their perverse delight.
O' Wretched Ones!
O' Defilers Great!
Bring forth your misery, spread forth your putrescence!
Excrete your waste unto these dying lands
to leave their seeds bereft of benefit beneath thy noxious bowels.
Let them become Sick.
O' Succubus!
O' Devil's Whore!
And the Men shall know not Women, and Women shall know not Man
Only pale and stricken thus, shall sombre effigies conform.
Dripping sick and blighted cunt to lead a labyrinth of wonder
to the core of rotten alchemy, genitals transmute to lead.
In Saturn's stride pray sit, passage splayed forth man and child.
Suckle from her wretched teat and drink deeply of her sordid milk.
And be poisoned by her Sex.
And Man shall clash in Brother's arm, in sickness and in health
A war machine, perpetual, their hearts a burning red.
And drip their matter does unto the Moon until it cries
to hypnotize these Brothers all and captivate their minds.
O', God of War!
O', Blessed God of Madness!
In seat of Mars may pillars burn of towering flame!
May the very ground be scorched, until the crops shall grow no more.
As the Moon cries Blood.
And know they shall of Gaia's wrath as the Earth rebels in its repulse.
In rivers and in drops, such sweet release from weeping seed,
lightning struck and liberate the eye
to pour forth a great and mighty river, so humble and so strong.
Pray, lonely poet!
Give thyself so whole and plain to raging waters' song.
Sing to them your malady to guide them to their birth.
O' Great Leviathan!
O' Waters Vast and Strong!
Pray, illuminate with waters blue, befall us with your tidal wrath!
May your fevered rain in torrents fall, to flood the streets and rot their wood.
May it pour...
May it pour...
May it pour fourth and everlast before the Weeping Moon!
O' how dreadful this conceit.
O' how woeful they become
when the Gods abandon mankind.
[Part 3. The Pilgrim's Path]
Know ye Pilgrim's, stead and swift of Greater Works reside,
to hold his presence, steady still and always at your side.
Cast forth your blackened curtains, all!
Illusory at most, they hold away the light and rains that shall purify your host,
your frame, your vessel forged of light!
These gifts to thee bestowed in light to counsel through your shame.
"The Sword that is not a Sword
The Sound that is not a Sound
The Face that is not a Face"
O' Westward Men!
O' Faceless Men!
O' Men of Race of Rose!
O' Darkened Souls still yet to come!
Walk all ye one and all ye same to tread your sullen path
until his breath amidst the winds, until his sound amidst the trees
will all things lead to here and all ways lead to here,
where the fissures and your sorrow heals before His Holy Mount.
Summoned thus through shadow, a task so Heaven sent
to venture here through guilt and shame to heal our discontent.
And until the morning comes, here is where I'll wait.
My death, a seed from which to birth another pilgrim's light.
~
He awoke with a start, upon a bright and newborn day
and shook in his spite, cursing that day its very name,
overcome with a nostalgia for a time and a place
that was not to be and never was.
"O', the injustice!" he would cry to himself,
a silent plea for his dreams to take flight
and come to life before his very eyes.
O', how he cried...
His vicious tears befalling but a bitter stance to take.
A scorn mislaid amongst the grass,
he left it there betwixt the blades
to find its own way back.
Allah senden razı olsun.
Thank you so much. Peace, brother.
Thanks 😊
This must be the dream/nightmare that the pilgrim wakes from in The Exile Part I: The Razor's Edge on OTTW.
For those who missed their update, STC have released 2 new albums - this one, and Odyssey to the West.
THIS IS NOT AN APRIL FOOLS!
They were released yesterday
Check out their website where you can find both albums, lyrics, and links to their band camp
slicethecake.net/
Not quite what I was expecting but kinda gives closure to the Odyssey of the West. But I also think it leaves it open for another continuation.
Masterfully done. Hope to see you guys again soon.
This is the prologue not the epilogue.
SO GOOD WITH THE ODYSSEY TO THE WEST:)))))
This is such an amazing work of art. The creativity of this is just mesmerizing.
+Joe Tumulty If you throw "of gallows" into the program paulstretch and crank a slider you have the ambiance track, haha, but the poetry and everything is nice.
Listening to this while baked was a transcendent experience.
I don't know if there ever will be a better EP this year. And Odyssey to the West is album of the year so far. We'll have to see what else comes but it'll be hard to beat. FUCKING AMAZING. It's still April but I have no doubt we'll see Slice the Cake in my top 10 at the end of the year.
This is easily one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. Fuck.
Ive been listening to OTTW over and over and didn't released this was released too. love you guys so much
Deeper when you get through❤
incredible. I love that narration. Perfect atmosphere.
this beginning is crazy.. so poetic and powerful
listend to this while you are high af is just delightfull
Love how ''Of Gallows'' is played in the background
+iamdayviewer How, where, what?
+Gábor Angeli In the second half you have this soundscape with long stretched sounds, that's Of Gallows slowed down, A LOT. You can make up some progressions and vocal lines if you listen carefully
+iamdayviewer actually I think it's played through the whole thing not just the second half
+Psycho Flash I heard it too, I think they used a program called paulstretch to achieve the ambiance.
+Psycho Flash I think they will have to cease amazing you and I since they broke up
Played this in my car last night as I shrieked from seeing new STC in my youtube subs. It was so surreal driving at night blasting this as loud as possible, I had no idea what I was getting into. Felt more like an outer body experience than anything. Is there any chance we can have the lyrics or for I guess technically script for this? I'd love to read it, lots of beautiful passages
+Antonio Petrole slicethecake.net you got the whole e-book with lyrics for both Gallows and OTTW there
dxcci Thanks man, much appreciated!
Antonio Petrole I myself, was just driving home from Oktoberfest. A little buzzed up; wondering what Slice the Cake has been up to. I tap this video expecting some heavy fucking metal but as I sit here in my apartment parking lot at 2 in the morning. I'm wondering what the fuck is actually going on. This video just leaves you in a trace. Wanting to hear more. I have no idea wtf is going on but I imagine if I was on acid or something I'd be losing me fucking mind. This isn't even music. It's just mind fuckery and I don't mind it one bit! Good night!
@@dxcci Dude, I'm late in the game and just found out about this band and that link doesn't work anymore. Do you know where I can find that E-book?
This is Hauntingly beautiful
im gonna listen to this on acid. no fucking joke. this sounds perfect for it.
with odyssey to the west of course
Cool story bro
***** i highly recommend GOJIRA if youre looking for progressive death metal music to listen while on acid. Holy fuck gojira is good.
And yeah i didnt make through gallows, because it nearly took my whole thoughts and slaughtered them
***** my favs on acid are sleepy sun, alt j, psytrance, te beatles and gojira. I think slice the cake, as genius as they are, just sound to "messy" for tripping. Although city of destruction was barely showing anything that disturbed me and created a nice trip.
Awesome prelude to the story!
This was cool. Nice poetics. Unexpected
this is rad
this was a wild listen
Will they release this album on cd? I fucking love it
So infernal
Holy shit that was powerful. I love it!
At 3:33, am I the only one that hears “and how could I condemn her O god how could I endeavor” as opposed him saying condemn her twice?
This is fucking amazing holy fucking shit
i love you guys
Sounds like someone used Paulstretch.
It's only the best sp00ky effect in existence.
should we be listening to this story before or after Odyssey to the West?
nvm, found it
@@erik_bwoe so which one is it?
this could be a play.
Where can I read the lyrics please???
***** thanks a lot!!!
Fuckin love this
hail stan
Little did you know this would be relevant as hell in the future metal scene...
This...
im so high right now bro
Which album comes first in chronological order, Odyssey to the West or this one?
+nikthedick123 Odyssey to the Gallows
@@liverpoolfugl is the man with no face also involved in this storyline?
Which one should I listen to first?
+metalweasel1546 This is the into to the album.
I feel some SikTh influence.
+Slosh Money yeah i thought the same
Heh nice
This is the same Gareth dude that is on Novena nowadays?
@Musica Masonica Cool man, I really liked the vocals you did for that EP! Did you do all the vocals for STC?
Is this truly real? Don't want to trust anything on April fool's...
this is better than the main album
I don't understand the point of this album. It was just noise and talking.
+Of Plagues It's a prelude to Odyssey to the West. It's a huge concept album that was split into two parts.
+zcrawford81 I understand that, but there's no point to it. There's no music.
***** That's because this one's more about setting up the story. If you're just looking for music, go listen to OttW. I dunno what else to tell you. Just because there's no "music" doesn't inherently mean there's no point. It just means it's not your thing.
Yeah, just because there is no music does not mean there is no point. It's a setup to the story in the second album? And God, can't you feel the power in his voice and words? Gives me chills...
+Of Plagues They wanted to make some poetrycore but didn't want to make people listen to a 30 minute intro when they wanted to jam to their album of actual music. What would you have done in their situation?
loved their old albums, music on the new ones is also epic, am i the only one who isn't a fan of the increasing portion of narration? it's good on its own, but when i turn on music, i want to listen to music, not a fucking audiobook :-/
It's a concept.... Concepts tell a story. It's not just about the brutality. It's about brutality through beauty.