As shadows lengthen and truth takes on flight,
Smokescreen descends, a shroud of endless night.

We choke on lies, in this, our dying hour.
From pulpits grand to halls of gilded power,

We Stumble blindly
May God have mercy

Blinding our eyes, across these ravaged lands.
They preach of heaven, such deceitful hands
Only sinners understand!

Lost in the echoes of their sick, treacherous ways.
Praying to phantoms, for the rest of our days
False symphony, for all the world to see.
From media lens to politician's plea,

We choke on lies, in this, our dying hour.
From pulpits grand to halls of gilded power,

We Stumble blindly
May God have mercy

Blinding our eyes, across these ravaged lands.
They preach of heaven, such deceitful hands
Only sinners understand!

Ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh

“Twisted and turned, a venomous, whispered gasp.
Believe, obey, and question not their word"

Yeaaaaahhhhh

Blinding our eyes, across these ravaged lands.
They preach of heaven, such deceitful hands
Only sinners understand!

Crowmaster PreJam - Corvus Albus #crowmaster

This is the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. For many years you have seen us as lights in the skies. We speak to you now in peace and wisdom as we have done to your brothers and sisters all over this, your planet Earth. We come to warn you of the destiny of your race and your world so that you may communicate to your fellow beings the course you must take to avoid the disaster which threatens your world and the beings on our worlds around you. This is so that you may share in the great awakening, as the planet passes into the New Age of Aquarius.

The New Age can be a time of great peace and evolution for your race, but only if your rulers are made aware of the evil forces that can overshadow their judgments. Be still now and listen, for your chance may not come again. All your weapons of evil must be removed. The time for conflict is now past and the race of which you are a part may proceed to the higher stages of its evolution if you show yourselves worthy to do this. You have but a short time to learn to live together in peace and goodwill.

Small groups all over the planet are learning this, and exist to pass on the light of the dawning New Age to you all. You are free to accept or reject their teachings, but only those who learn to live in peace will pass to the higher realms of spiritual evolution. Hear now the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. Be aware also that there are many false prophets and guides at present operating in your world. They will suck your energy from you – the energy you call money and will put it to evil ends and give you worthless dross in return. Your inner divine self will protect you from this.

You must learn to be sensitive to the voice within that can tell you what is truth, and what is confusion, chaos, and untruth. Learn to listen to the voice of truth which is within you and you will lead yourselves onto the path of evolution. This is our message to our dear friends. We have watched you growing for many years as you too have watched our lights in your skies. You know now that we are here, and that there are more beings on and around your Earth than your scientists admit.

We are deeply concerned about you and your path towards the light and will do all we can to help you. Have no fear, seek only to know yourselves, and live in harmony with the ways of your planet Earth. We here at the Ashtar Galactic Command thank you for your attention. We are now leaving the planes of your existence.

May you be blessed by the supreme love and truth of the cosmos.

#postrock #postmetal #doommetal #gothicmetal #darkwave #crowmaster

As shadows lengthen and truth takes on flight,
Smokescreen descends, a shroud of endless night.

We choke on lies, in this, our dying hour.
From pulpits grand to halls of gilded power,

We Stumble blindly
May God have mercy

Blinding our eyes, across these ravaged lands.
They preach of heaven, such deceitful hands
Only sinners understand!

Lost in the echoes of their sick, treacherous ways.
Praying to phantoms, for the rest of our days
False symphony, for all the world to see.
From media lens to politician's plea,

We choke on lies, in this, our dying hour.
From pulpits grand to halls of gilded power,

We Stumble blindly
May God have mercy

Blinding our eyes, across these ravaged lands.
They preach of heaven, such deceitful hands
Only sinners understand!

Ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh

“Twisted and turned, a venomous, whispered gasp.
Believe, obey, and question not their word"

Yeaaaaahhhhh

Blinding our eyes, across these ravaged lands.
They preach of heaven, such deceitful hands
Only sinners understand!

Dedicated to Stewart and Saffron Hendry - An old school Sisters of Mercy sounding track.

This video features the song "Revellus (Ode to Sisters)" by Crowmaster, released in 2026. The song is described as having an old-school Sisters of Mercy sound (0:00-0:15) and is dedicated to Stewart and Saffron Hendry (0:00-0:15).

The lyrics paint a picture of darkness and cold days, with forgotten souls (0:16-0:32). The singer talks to their "sisters of mercy" (0:33-0:47). Themes of promises made of rust and prayers reduced to dust are prominent (1:05-1:18), along with a refusal to kneel or confess, instead choosing to "wear the mark" and "wear the mess" (1:22-1:27, 2:36, 3:20-3:24, 3:36-3:43). The song also includes lines about clean hands but an unclean soul (1:40-1:45) and ends with a plea to "save me" (3:56). The song contains repetitive lyrics that reinforce the themes of non-conformity and spiritual decay.


In days of darkness
When days are cold
Then condescending
Our forgotten souls
Then through the daylight
I talk to you
To my sisters of mercy
It's true

Blackened sky above the wire
City hums like funeral fire
Streetlight saints with vacant eyes
Selling hope in thin disguise
Every promise made of rust
Every prayer reduced to dust
I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess

Hands are clean, the soul is not
Every truth we overwrought

Revelus
Revelus

I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess

Every promise made of rust
Every prayer reduced to dust
I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess

I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess

So save me

#gothic #oldschool #rock #namibia #southafrica #germany #gothicmetal

pics from the show
Darkvibes Lounge - Crowmaster @ Club DeathJazz 13.04.2026 #jazzfusion #crowmaster #postmetal #postrock

This video, titled "Crowmaster - LOSSY (2026)," features lyrics that evoke a somber and fatalistic atmosphere. The song speaks of approaching death and the inevitability of fate, with recurring themes of pain, silence, and a cold wind that "speaks in broken tongues" (0:50).

The lyrics describe a journey towards the unknown, where "chains of flesh, dust and bone drag you down" (3:04). It highlights the idea that death claims everyone, regardless of whether one kneels or crawls (3:32). The video also touches on themes of regret and helplessness, as "hands that built your fragile throne now can’t save you from the fall" (4:26). The overarching message points to an "endless dark where secrets go" (6:52), suggesting a bleak afterlife with "no heaven waits for us below" (7:13).

Shadows crawl with every step
pain
the silence follows
candles choke counting down
the debt to death
cold wind speaks in broken tongues
names you tried to leave behind
cold wind speaks in broken tongues
ringing out the end of time
no warning sign

cold wind speaks in broken tongues
when the grave beckons your name
you will rush, you won’t scream
chains of flesh, dust and bone
drag you down to the unknown
spectres yawning
pain

you can kneel, you can crawl
death still claims us all
pain
eyes already turned to stone
mirrors show a stranger’s face
eyes already turned to stone
hands that built your fragile throne
now can’t save you from the fall

mirrors show a stranger’s face
the clock bleeds out its final sound
eyes already turned to stone
hands that built your fragile throne
when the grave beckons your name
now can’t save you from the fall

chains of flesh, dust and bone
drag you down to the unseen
when the grave beckons your name
all your sins ignite in flame
you can kneel, you can crawl
death still claims us all

just endless dark
where secrets go
in endless dark
where secrets grow
No heaven waits
for us below

pics from the show
Darkvibes Lounge - Crowmaster @ Club DeathJazz 13.04.2026 #jazzfusion #crowmaster #postmetal #postrock

iKaggen, the Mantis, is a central and significant figure in the rich and complex cosmology of the San people of Southern Africa

A Creator and Trickster: iKaggen is a powerful, multifaceted deity responsible for creating many aspects of the world, including the moon, the sun, and the first people, but he is also a trickster who uses deception and magic and can take many forms, appearing not only as a praying mantis but also as a hare, a snake, or an eland, often shifting form to evade trouble or play tricks


iKaggen the Trickster
'neath a sun yet undone
A flick of his forelimb
the world drawn in sin
A flawed creator
with whom chaos begins
He shaped the first man from a hole in the earth
Then destroyed them in fire
nullifying their worth
A divine deception
a malicious charade
In His image of madness
creation was made.

#kaggen #san #namibia #southafrica #dark #metal #gothic #mantis #bushman #khoi #botswana

In the hush before the dawn
Where the silver shadows weep
Ancient voices drift like smoke
Through the caverns of my sleep

I have walked the broken plains
Where the sacred rivers dried
Held the dust of vanished names
In the hollow of my side

Oh, the wheel turns slow and wide
Carving circles in the sand
Time dissolves the hand that guides
What we lose, we understand
Call the veil, let it fall
Through the echoes, through it all
In the silence, I remain
Bound to neither joy nor pain

Through the temple’s fractured light
Statues breathe and eyes awake
Every prayer dissolves in night
Every oath begins to break
Feathers fall from unseen wings
Marking paths we cannot trace
In the choir no one sings
Yet the air is filled with grace

In the end, no end is found
Only shifting, endless form
We are ash, we are sound
We are silence taking form
taking form