Woodland’s Edge

Woodland's Edge was born at the millennium dawn, Jan.1, 2000. Discography: 1. Beneath the Ice Remains. Tape 2000. 2. Majesty and Misery. Tape 2000. 3. Revival (Chapter 3 - History Always Repeats Itsself). Tape 2001. 4. Liquified in the Molten Bowels of Earth. CD 2002. 5. Flood Current - The Five Rivers ov Hell (Instrumental). CDr 2002. 6. 1945, Dawn of Fate (Promo single). CDr 2002. 7. Obscure Subterranean Origins (Best of + promo single). CDr 2003. 8. Analogue of the Wolf (Best of + 2 new instrumentals). Tape, limited to 84 copies 2003. 9. Deep End of the Abyss. CD/Tape 2003. 10. Uruk - Hai(Austria)/Woodland's Edge split - Sons of the Hammer and the Feather, in Unity Against the False God. CD, only about 160 copies 2004. 11. Stench of Subterranea (Best of + rare recordings of guitar playing at age 15, on Smell the Stench tapes in Australia). CDr 2004. 12. Scaffolds to Stellar Pyramids. CD (A tape was also done by Nervous Tongue rec.s) 2005. Woodland's Edge was reviewed in many zines and has also been featured on several underground compilations, including: Static Exemplar 17, Chapel of Death 3, Infernos 2 and some still pending in South America/Asia. - Looking forward to also enjoying time on the legendary Loco Diablo & Epitomite compilations! ....R.I.P.(?).... And that's all you need to know. Cause if you're reading this, you must be on a computer. And if you're using a computer, then you're more likely than not human. I don't fucking like humans. Except for a small circle of genuine people, I disowned your species long ago. I'd just assume watch a human child die, than to see an adult animal splattered on your grand transportation web.... Than to see the lands my grandfather taught me to fish in shaped and raped by greed and rodent like breeding.... Than to feel you stab my back and fuck me lubeless at every angle, all the while calling all I hold sacred trivial and foolish, as you destroy it and all else. The thought of spending the rest of life among them makes me want to fucking kill myself. Marriage? Motgage? Career? If I give in and fit the human mold, then all that I am is dead already. I would love to be a metal icon, a star, and frolic with many kindredly spirited human beings. Their world is very tempting. Very comfortable. Very familiar. But as they themselves have said, you never slow down, you never grow old. Nothing is constant but change.... Their world is terrifying to me, beyond physically intimidating, threatening spiritually. Mundane, triffling, superficial. But on the other hand the life I have yearned to seek for so long is foolhardy and precarious in their eyes, requiring good luck at best (something I'm runnin out of). My great teachers, the trees and thick brush, the rivers, thorns, herbs and fungi, insects and animals were symbols of hell in the old books of their primary faiths. And still spook and discomfort most of them today. Yet this is where my inner voice constantly pulls me towards. Beyond the Woodland's Edge, into the only place I've ever felt at ease and truly at home. People often ask why such a boring, quaint name for such a heavy project, well there you have it in a nutshell, mother fucker! Its the place I'd always rather be. It seems all they demonize, I embrace. And vice versa. No hard feelings. And the moral of the story is that life/death, heaven/hell and all conflicting opposites are truly in the eye of the beholder, and ultimately one in the same. Another underlying theme of this short 5 year oddessy is reverence/respect for nature. But the core essence of Woodland's Edge is living life fully, freely, pleasing yourself first and foremost, and whatever path you choose, making the most of it! If you follow the totems of the massassuaga and the puma.... If you worship the storms and beasts.... If you call the pure, untouched, unwanted bowers of man's domain your only church and temple.... If you are comfortable in solitude and strong in yourself.... If you have found emancipation from your humanity and have a mind, stomach and balls made of iron.... Then welcome into my coven. Thank you for the energy I draw from this black sludge I put in your ears. Your spirit shall now corrode until it reaches the same vibration and frequency as mine. And once you assimilate........ I'll swallow your fucking soul!!!