The Sleep Scriptures

by Hatchling

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Lukas Shumaker Amazing album. Hatchling has shown that when it comes to unorthodox melodic prog death they are a force to be reckoned with, beautiful composition, shrieking vocals all over the place, lots of emotion and melody without losing that touch of speed and brutality that is pretty much synonymous to the metal genre, some pretty grandiose shred parts in there as well.. Over all great project 9.3/10 with the .7 being lost from slightly lackluster production though i'd still call it solid, but I will be looking forward to any further releases or tours these guys do! Favorite track: A Bitter Fruition.
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Debut album from Indianapolis experimental death metal band, Hatchling. The drums were recorded with Niko Albanese at Thanasphere Productions in Bloomington, IN, and we recorded the rest ourselves in a home studio. It was mixed by our very own, Derek Steele, and mastered by good friend, Lanis Watkins.

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released December 4, 2015

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Track Name: A Bitter Fruition
Fairest dusk, your grim onset,
Does curve the lips upward and
Lift my head Eastern in direction (Divulge)
I yearn to bask in the pale light of
Your silver, spherical nucleus once again. (Oblige)

Delve into my nature...
All loathing.
Speak my name.

The wind chills and in a way comforts me...
Knowing there are things colder than I.

A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within,
The bacterial body I uphold.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within,
All celestial bodies.

My marks upon this world are miniscule
and insignificant.
...And yet I persist with the utmost dilligence.
And as these beads of rain trickle down my face,
I know soon I will lie beneath the ground I tread.

A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within,
The bacterial body I uphold.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within,
All celestial bodies.

From a breath to inanimation,
Flourishing to an abrupt dissipation
A life of effort sans merit
Such is a bitter fruition

The wind chills and in a way comforts me...
Knowing there are things colder than I.

A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things now disputable within,
The bacterial body I uphold.
A plethora of bitterness, I am...
The fulcrum which maintains the balance of
All things once disputable within,
All celestial bodies.
Track Name: Helices
These helices, models of my internal design.
Illustrate, color and shepherd my physical being.
My vessel.
My everything.

On a molecular level, I am as complex as any other.
We all share a frame of reference.
Nucleic acids, strands of pure information.
In search of all life's origin, unwinding the double helix.

Genes replicate, scripting one existence at a time.
Duplicate. Direct my composition.
Developed natural practice.

On a molecular level, I am as complex as any other.
We all share a frame of reference.
Nucleic acids, strands of pure information.
In search of all life's origin, unwinding the double helix.

Growing. (Resonating in us)
Shifting. (An ever-constant pulse)
Changing. (Inclusive and open)
Evolve. (This frequency does pull)
Adapt. (To deny connection)
Create. (Is not to separate)
Improve. (This is everlasting)
Perfect. (This bond is sarosanct)

The tree of life, once only a seed...
Of which I was the sower.
Is still but a mere sapling within an orchard of distinct eldership.
Much like a lantern on a window sill, left as a beacon,
I will always be here. Glowing, hopeful and forever-prompted.

Fiber based and carbon formed, of all the things I've felt before.
Nothing equates or can pacify more,
Than the answers I seek being washed to the shore.
As I relish the findings and bathe in the wealth,
Of the knowledge of gained about us. About self.
I am assured, substantiated, relieved.
That I am more than I've grown to believe.

The chain remains unsevered.

Prokaryotically, from whence we have come.
Genetically predisposed, radiated by the sun

Mathematically developing continuous strains of reality.
An elaborate procedure executed with surgical precision.
And through all of this...
Change will occur.

And our roots gather foul water; diluted nutrients.
Yet we wonder why we remain unripe.
Track Name: Vantage from Tallon IV
Departing the orbiting Frigate Orpheon with much haste and fervor,
Dispossessed and weary. Incredulous. Precarious. I am boarding my means of separation.
We're worlds away and I cannot fathom the distance nor displacement in my absence.
I give chase though sworn I never would again, but this is change. Brace for impact.

After gathering thoughts and breath, I disembark. No degree of inhalation could have readied me.
Vines reaching as far as the eye can see,
Vegetation, bulbous and tempting.
At the sight, I do salivate but I do not dare indulge.

Trees gnarled in an elaborate conglomerate of tangled organic wonder,
Doors, hexagonal.
Ushered forth by bioluminescent spores in my descent,
Into cavernous peril.

Exotic foliage upturned by the onset of an ever-lingering humidity.
Evoking the thought of an open hand. Here is mine.

I endure where you could not.

Assuming the form of spiderball

Revitalize and resuscitate
A biome in my palm.
Reclaiming the varia.
Among the artifacts.
Collected in reservoirs,
The blue toxin, nil.
Remember me as I am now.
Prime.
Track Name: Contact Established
Waking, enveloped in the recess of a curious sphere.
Glossy and translucent.
Reaching my hand out slowly,
Pressing against the surface
At last, my deliverance...
A fissure in the cortex...

Possessing gelatinous properties

Breaching its husk

An expanse, unprecedented, glorious and foreign.
All supposed logic and explanation, defied.

Clearly indicating our ideas of solitude in this domain were foolish and conceited,
I am once again ashamed of my relation
With the pseudo-sapient bane of all other concurrent life.

Monolithic structures surrounded by unknown organisms.

...And beckoned by alien dialect.

Humbled by their presence,
Baffled by their artistry.
Etched in ancient stone,
Aligned in formation, precise and with purpose.
Remembering my origin, contact established.
Track Name: In Portraits
Risen, I am projected energy rendered and shaped.
No known sense of direction or purpose in this space.
Portraits hanging still adorning these halls bare my face.
Passive. Senseless. Subsequent to all of vitality.

Split the seas of cerebral hemispheres.
Extract the truths concentrated inside.
Re-evaluate our earthly durations.
What sayeth you of my departure?
It is I, exalted and majestic.
Stimulate the suppressed sacred gland.
Alter thine shape geometrically.
Astral body is now resurfacing.

Seasons elapse and I remain ageless forever.
Woven into the world of the living seamlessly.
Free me from all external obstruction. Enlighten me.
Out of body. Empty. Glaring into infinity.

Split the seas of cerebral hemispheres.
Extract the truths concentrated inside.
Re-evaluate our earthly durations.
What sayeth you of my departure?
It is I, exalted and majestic.
Stimulate the suppressed sacred gland.
Alter thine shape geometrically.
Astral body is now resurfacing.

Precipitation flowing from the tear ducts of...
Angelic figures, statuesque and ominous.
Purifying, their sweet, succulent nectar runneth over me...
Channeling my tongue to recite the passage:
I have ascended far beyond all others in my stature.
Towering pillars surround me in my uprise.
The shifting of the sand above me beckons my rebirth.
Prepare yourselves. My reign shall be eternal.

The labyrinth of slumber recollected...
Ectoplasmic fluid flowing forth from every facial orifice.

Split the seas of cerebral hemispheres.
Extract the truths concentrated inside.
Re-evaluate our earthly durations.
What sayeth you of my departure?
It is I, exalted and majestic.
Stimulate the suppressed sacred gland.
Alter thine shape geometrically.
Astral body is now resurfacing.
Track Name: Theta Stasis
Rapid eye movement

Void of sensitivity, I have become one with all elemental singularity.
All is tranquil and serene in my lucid stasis.
In astral, new-found nature, I am awakening.

My aura shining, glowing radiantly.
Physically blinding, though no less enticing.
Severing my sight, yet I retain vision.
Surpassing third-dimesional borders.

Lucid disembodiment,
I achieve levitation
Theta stasis

Onward and upward, I leave this planet.
In transit between planes of existence...

I nurture the brainchild within the mind of my paralleled self,
Yet I remain oblivious as to whether my actions are duplicitous...
Or perhaps replicated.

My gaze remains constant and upward whilst I am suspended...
By means unknown and unquestioned.
The vastness of the sky, while impressive, compares not...
With the broadness of my mind.

My aura shining, glowing radiantly.
Physically blinding, though no less enticing.
Severing my sight, yet I retain vision.
Surpassing third-dimesional borders.

Lucid disembodiment,
I achieve levitation

Finally I feel as if euphoria is within my grasp,
And all answers will be revealed at any moment.
All that is divine will be known, definite.
Heaven itself... and then I woke.
Track Name: The Vaporous Incandescent
Eventide finds me soley fixated on that case of stairs.
My precious paramour, like ever-constant clockwork,
Is to make her presence known.

Banister of mahogany, guideth down thine milky hand.

The vaporous incandescent then spake unto me that ghastly thing.
"Your breathing, alone, renders our incompatibility."

Tonight the world will open its mouth and receive me.
Light your candles, arc the neck. Recite the scriptures of sleep.
Of this life, I've had well enough. I pass my torch of grief.
Forward toward eternal bliss. Into the afterlife for me.

With gleamy, salty eyes,
Teeth in the lip, I'm mesmerized.
She gently nods and I henceforth cease to be.

In my oaken case, still and silent.
I am benumbed and deadened.
How can this be? What have I done?
Bound to eternally dwell on us.
And in each collected thought...
I cast a specter up above.

There may be hope for us yet.

Nervously climbing the stairs,
Ghosting vicariously,
There she stands.
We meet again.

Tonight the world will open its mouth and receive me.
Light your candles, arc the neck. Recite the scriptures of sleep.
Of this life, I've had well enough. I pass my torch of grief.
Forward toward eternal bliss. Into the afterlife for me.

For us,
I sacrifice myself.

Underneath a static sky,
I've never felt much more alive.
Pendulous lunar fixture, that familiar silver.
With calloused, sickly hands,
I unwind, trace your spine and forget everything.

Forget everything.
Track Name: Elliptical and Opening
Blossoming creation of chemical reaction,
Equa-distant in radius from one's...
Ancestral descent in the grand circle of life.
Advancing identically in the scheme of time.
...Until the direction of said circle is diverted.
Elliptical and opening, I see behind the curtain.

Violet, pulsating elegance captivating,
Fluorescent capsule glistening.
Encased in glass. Tethered by cords.
Despite valiant effort, I haven't much time.
My preservation is indefinite.
I slowly reveal the whites of my eyes,
Frailty detected.

An inclination so completely resolute.
Slowly migrating
Into my destitution.

Remembering
Life, astonishing---Rich with bold color---
Each splash of water, every drop unique.
Endless meadows of green,
Specific strands of grass chosen with no two identical blades ever to be found here.

Status
Declining. Convulsing frantically.
Insect - akin sporadic movements.
Imply my conclusion must be near.
Release the neck's tension, I lay my head back to die.

Supported by my own body's buoyancy,
I float within semi-liquid glop,
Inside the vacuole of foreversleep.
Black. Cold. Pulsating.

A knot in the throat and a grit of the teeth, a massive, abundant endorphin release.
Will I dream or will thought cease?
This is it. I've waited my entire life for this very moment.
To feel nothing. To be nothing. To be removed from the ellipse... perchance to begin again.