An Appointed Time

by A Flock Named Murder

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    Cover painting by Adam Burke
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I Cannot Walk These Grounds Without Seeing Decay Burning Away Root And Limb In A Lonely Howl Figures Writhe And Twist In The Emptiness, Groaning In Lunacy In The Depths They Force A Slow Hand Into The Thaw To Tear The Agony From My Chest And Lay It Out Before Me To Behold They Could Not Pass In This World, So They Endure The Final Abyss The Ardent Core Of A Star Shines A Dim Light To Shroud The Earth Frostbitten Feet Numbly Pound Glacial Soil In The Opaque Stillness Of Night Wolves In The Dark Forests Of A World Below Stalk Me To An Endless Doom As The Frigid Air Rips In My Lungs Like The Claws Of The Undying My Roots Are Doused With Blood Extinguishing Any Remaining Hope Of Harmony My Vengeance Cries For Constant Nourishment In This Diluted Soil, Seeds Of Animosity Grow As I Reach Beyond Ongoing Genesis Vague Dreams Entwine With Lucid Memories And Once Again Fade Subconsciously Forever Diminishing In Reflection
These Dark Sullen Eyes Peer Through The Gateway And Reveal Life’s Internal Virtue Now As We Wander Solemnly An Absence Of Life Will Flood The Abyss Corruption To Ensure Purity Shadows Conceal Many Secrets A Building Anxiety Shattering Tranquility Ignorant Of It’s Origins A Mind Spinning Relentlessly Flames Stoked To Consume Atrocities That Blind Wisdom Innocence Carried Away In The Darkness Of Temptation’s Wings Images Of Life Crash Upon Shores Of Memory Dormant Logic Imbalanced Somewhere In Time And So It Came To Pass The Wickedness Of Man Our Burdens To The Earth An Oath Of Reckless Burn They Resurrect To Devour The Convulsing Scraps Of The Masses The Ceaseless Hand Of The Universe Aligns With The Dreaded Insanity Bear Witness To What Is, What Was, What Can Never Be The Icy Grip That Entraps Virtue Retribution A Deluded Fantasy A Sanctuary Devoid Of Reason Whispering Silence…
The Divide 13:46
The Pleasant Echo Of The River Reverberates Ever So Softly Achieving A Resonating Sustain Above The Dream-Like Wave Of Creation As A Phoenix Preparing It’s Ultimate Sacrifice In A Mass Funeral Pyre Of Rebirth Entwined With Intricacies Where Time And Space Are Lost A Rush Of Euphoric Persuasion Engulfs Our Humanity In A Distraught Smoke Without The Awareness To Defend We Are Encased By Elements Detached From Blossomed Affection Forged By Human Mind And Hand I Require A Fantasy To Revitalize Actuality Anxiety Amplified In Containment I Bring My Sensations To A Boil Vulnerability Exists In The Reflection Of Hope A Haunting Voice Emerges Quietly Bringing A Cascading Ritual Of Release Reigning Dissonance Emerges Out Of Deep Waters To Drown Out The Vulnerability That Is Distance At Last, All Of Our Building Begins To Crumble Away I Am Content, This Is The Way We Were Always Meant To Be Validate My Existence As One, As All Serenity In The Midst Of Chaos
Submerge 14:21
Carried Apart By Wandering Hearts Here I Walk A Familiar Path Under Guise Of Discovery Lost Among The Lost. The Hourglass Spills, Like Blood From An Ever Dying World Perpetuating Dawn The Sky Grants Morbid Consent Of These Sickly Sentiments Where Dreams Of Vanishing Light Bear No Vacancy That Nameless Dread Offers Punishment Like Clay Men In The Sea Those Grey, Looming Stars Flicker Their Light In Your Eyes As The Undertow Claims Its Victory And A Dreamless Current Comforts Me As I Follow Your Descent I Suppose In Sleep My Grip Will Hold And My Mind Will As Well Like The Tremors In My Bones That Beckon Me This Wreckage Marks The Place Of Your Departure The Walls Of Home Are Smothering Life A Narrow Passageway Reveals A Mouth Opening To The Brine Drowning Boundlessly, A Haven Cloaked In Disguise Submerged In Tides Of Repetition Pushing Through The Leaden Waves To The Surface, Gasping For Resolve Awash On The Earth That Breathes Entrails Left Behind In The Wake Of Poseidon’s Wrath As We Helplessly Crash Into The Sea
Sky Harvest 10:55
Awaiting In A Secret Chamber Where Time And Space Are Mortal Open The Surreal Prospect To Sacrifice The Awareness And Senses They Will Follow These Distant Forerunners Who Advocate The Only Tangible Notion Their Motility Burns Off The Layers As They Take Us Away From Here Torn From The Vital Fabric Our Identities Given To The Ether No Trail Left To Revise Our Steps In A World That Does Not Exist The Cry Of Birds Pierce The Cynical Air Claiming Spirits Of Those Loved And Those Lost Their Presence Is Forlorn And Ominous As Our Vitality Is Accepted And Gone As Vapor I Can Vaguely Recall Your Actions And The Words You Used To Articulate A Descendant From A Timeless Void Uproot Rubble To Unearth Us And We Resurface I Can Trace Your Name In The Air We Embrace As We Tread Fragile Steps Through Constellations Paint All My Thoughts And Revelations Onto The Canvas Of The Sky But I Cannot See Your Face



"Every now and then, we’re given a record that manages to take metal and spin it right on its head as the band in question really changes things up. It’s because of acts like YOB, Tchornobog, and the aforementioned Inter Arma that we’re able to still get unique morsels of art like this one in these times, and I’m more than happy to put A Flock Named Murder in that small yet very capable company of top-tier bands. “An Appointed Time” is a record that’s still getting my blood pressure to rise just by listening to it, and I can see it growing on me even more to become one of my favorites of the year." - Head-Banger Reviews

5 Stars and #21 of the Top 35 Albums of 2018 at Head-Banger Reviews

#29 of the Top 50 and #9 of the Top 30 Albums of 2018 at Blessed Altar Zine

Top 50 Releases of 2018 at

#21 of the Top 50 Albums of 2018 at Black Metal Daily

8/10 and #11 of the Top Albums of 2018 at Metal.It


released October 31, 2018

A Flock Named Murder:

Ryan Mueller - Guitars/Voice
Cameron Mueller - Drums/Percussion/Lyrics
Sean Shorting - Bass


Laura Bates - Violin (Track 4 & 5) / Voice (Track 5)

Recording/Mixing/Mastering by Greg Dawson - BWC Studios, Kingston ON

'Alba' cover painting by Adam Burke


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