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"I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad led us into a train of thought wherein there became manifest an opinion of Usher's which I mention not so much on account of its novelty, (for other men have thought thus,) as on account of the pertinacity with which he maintained it. This opinion, in its general form, was that of the sentience of all vegetable things. But, in his disordered fancy, the idea had assumed a more daring character, and trespassed, under certain conditions, upon the kingdom of inorganization.
I lack words to express the full extent, or the earnest abandon of his persuasion. The belief, however, was connected (as I have previously hinted) with the gray stones of the home of his forefathers. The conditions of the sentience had been here, he imagined, fulfilled in the method of collocation of these stones --in the order of their arrangement, as well as in that of the many fungi which overspread them, and of the decayed trees which stood around --above all, in the long undisturbed endurance of this arrangement, and in its reduplication in the still waters of the tarn.
Its evidence --the evidence of the sentience --was to be seen, he said, (and I here started as he spoke,) in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him --what he was. Such opinions need no comment, and I will make none.
Our books --the books which, for years, had formed no small portion of the mental existence of the invalid --were, as might be supposed, in strict keeping with this character of phantasm. We pored together over such works as the Ververt et Chartreuse of Gresset; the Belphegor of Machiavelli; the Heaven and Hell of Swedenborg; the Subterranean Voyage of Nicholas Klimm by Holberg; the Chiromancy of Robert Flud, of Jean D'Indagine, and of De la Chambre; the Journey into the Blue Distance of Tieck; and the City of the Sun of Campanella. One favourite volume was a small octavo edition of the Directorium Inquisitorum, by the Dominican Eymeric de Gironne; and there were passages in Pomponius Mela, about the old African Satyrs and AEgipans, over which Usher would sit dreaming for hours. His chief delight, however, was found in the perusal of an exceedingly rare and curious book in quarto Gothic --the manual of a forgotten church --the Vigilae Mortuorum secundum Chorum Ecclesiae Maguntinae."
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The SECOND single from our upcoming album THE BLOODLINE CURSE. Enjoy!
Copyright 2020, Forgotten Faces, All Rights Reserved. (c) Forgotten Faces, 2020.
Credits: All guitars, vocals, and bass performed by Cesar Rivera II. All drums performed by Lucas Rivera.
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We never ventured forth for many long years.
Our family tree remained pure and untouched.
With very temporary and trifling variation, so it has lain.
Purity of the Usher race has manifested.
Contributions, musical science, art is our trade.
My darling Madeline, you are my everything.
The only one I have, my sister drives me mad!
She said, "Come lay with me, and mine you'll always be."
Slowly awaiting death, her body wearing thin.
My darling Madeline, you are my everything.
The only one I have, my sister drives me mad!
Ever weak-minded, I just took a look inside.
There isn't much that's worse.
This is the Bloodline Curse.
Pore with me over my favorite works.
I have a vast collection of text!
The occult has been a tender passion of mine.
Ancient Mysteries, Machiavelli, satyrs, Aegipans.
Mortuorum, Secundum Chorum, Inquisitorium!
My darling Madeline, you are my everything.
The only one I have, my sister drives me mad!
She said, "Come lay with me, and mine you'll always be."
Slowly awaiting death, her body wearing thin.
My darling Madeline, you are my everything.
The only one I have, my sister drives me mad!
Just take a look inside, seek and you'll fucking find!
There isn't much that's worse.
This is the Bloodline Curse.
Very truly I tell you, I'm fucking telling you,
Our history has damned us to Hell.
Our history has damned us to Hell!
My darling Madeline, you are my everything.
The only one I have, my sister drives me mad!
She said, "Come lay with me, and mine you'll always be."
Slowly awaiting death, her body wearing thin.
My darling Madeline, you are my everything.
The only one I have, my sister drives me mad!
Ever weak-minded, I just took a look inside.
There isn't much that's worse.
This is the Bloodline Curse.
A nightmare, a nightmare.
It's like a never ending nightmare.
A nightmare, a nightmare.
It's like a never ending nightmare!
