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Artwork by
Adam Burke

The Eulogy Fields

from Incendiary Sanctum

May 2nd, 2025
4 tracks
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Incendiary Sanctum
Incendiary Sanctum
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The Eulogy Fields
A Flock Named Murder
In the silence of a darkened drapery, their bodies are radiant Memories rekindled in a hearth somewhere between waking and dreaming guide them on a lonely pilgrimage Frail nomads of that distant shore In pastures that stretch beyond death and resilience I hear them singing Their voices not unlike the tide An undertow unbroken and a heart aching for the marrow of the sun Emblazoned lifelessness and holy decay Their sullen bones reach for the skin of twilight Where neither gods nor man walk in faithless dominion In the years following our struggle your apparition grips me by the soul and refuses to let go Like ships that pass in the night your course is shared A silhouette walks the gilded tightrope through constellations until the death of every star A great wind choking out the flame of a million candles in the sky Lanterns growing dim, I will scream your vengeance.
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Worship is ever beyond the divine. Worship takes hold in ideals, and in idolatry. We worship progress. We worship the myth of a venerable past. We worship power. It is insidious when that which is revered becomes incapable of wrongdoing. Everything is justified in the eyes of worship and that rotten seed can lead to the worst of human atrocities.

"Incendiary Sanctum" is a eulogy burning away the very idea of worship. It is a longing for an insurmountable world beyond flesh. It is a rumination on humanity and those we've lost, and all those who came and went before we were ever here and are gone without a trace. The passing in and out of time, with many of us left behind or unceremoniously taken away. It is our strength in holding onto that memory, which is all there is and someday will be gone too. It's the inner sanctum of the self as a pyre, and the infinite silence of God.

A Flock Named Murder crafts an expansive and immersive sound—merging elements of black metal, post-metal, doom, and death metal into a seamless whole.

FFO: Agalloch, Cult Of Luna, The Ruins Of Beverast, Immolation

Credits

A Flock Named Murder is:
Ryan Mueller - Guitars, Voice
Mike Wandy - Bass, Voice
Cam Mueller - Drums, Lyrics

Guest Appearances:
Additional vocals in 'Pierced Flesh Catharsis' by Luke Farndon (Drofnosura)
Piano in 'Pierced Flesh Catharsis' by Rob McAllister (Centuries Of Decay)
Roland Rodas (Cavern Of Echoes Studio - Toronto, ON) - Drum Recording, Engineering, Mastering
Matt Hems (Seventh Level Sound - Toronto, ON) - Drum Recording, Vocal Recording, 12-string acoustic guitar recording
Greg Dawson (BWC Studios - Kingston, ON) - Electric and Bass guitar recording, Mixing

"The Eulogy Fields" & "To Drown In Obsidian Tides" field recordings captured at Yosemite National Park - California and The Cathedral Church of St. James - Toronto, Ontario by RM & CM respectively

All other samples rendered by Greg Dawson
Cover painting by Adam Burke/Nightjar Illustration