The history and memory of the early settlers delivered from the land before High Eden, built on the site of an ancient city, that materials were ruins.
The antiquarian in the pursuit of artefacts of this time rolled the old state under his fingertips, planting his fingers deep into the soil.
The claddwyd (buried) life of High Eden is outlined in the dirt for the historian that reads it. As, High Eden was an oasis beyond the blanched soil from where the settlers derived.
Any absence of history here was a result of the ever growing industrial grove that furthered the natural decay of history, leaving no trace.Its High Eden for Another DayHigh Eden2026-05-13 | Listen To The New Album Here - https://linktr.ee/higheden -
The fields of High Eden are swaying brown, Down below the valleys crest a man is speaking.
On the hills above the view is hazy grey blue, Even though the grass is black and all burned through. It is a tiny blessing as they sit below, The birds that sing, and the trees that grow.
There are people out looking for history, To find warriors and kings, to find nice golden things. Well the golden day ends in a slight victory, And they are happy for what the lightning brings.
The stew is on the boil, it has been for some time. The artery of industry is glowing red against the darkening sky.
The sea, white, then blue, then white, then blue. Is moving in towards the shore. As the sailor, to his wife says, "If I should die on the sea tonight, let my flame shine out bright, let the waves put me out, and raise a glass of black stout."
It's time to head home for the youth of today. "I'll see you soon, i'm hoping for another day" A smile back says "I wouldn’t have it another way" "I'm happy just to be outside, I'm happy just to be alive" This is the feeling of returning to the trees.
The man speaking again. Points to the youth and says. "If I spent a day in my older shoes, I would spend it with the likes of you. You must not live in the memory, you must live for the day."
The man stood against the red black sky. That dark artery glowing a sunset red as the day says goodbye.
"When they realise that all the tides of history are flowing in our direction, that we are not beaten, that we represent the future.Then, when we say it and mean it, then we shall lead our people to where they deserve to be led."
All songs written, arranged, recorded & produced by High Eden at Stiwdio Glan Rhyd
other minisets and full "live in Belgium" stream - youtube.com/watch?v=WlVZ6s1Cswc&tEnd of Toil - Slushwave 2024 Miniset (Part 1)High Eden2024-08-31 | "We are all going to die, this moment, we all are, We know now we cannot succeed, not any more, So the toil comes to a close."
The birds so delicate held her in a trance as she pondered the rapture, Llefelys stared and wondered at the trees in all their might, and she turned her face instead towards the hills and blue roofs of High Eden.
In the deep valley where the black mountain calls, the turn of the earth is felt by the few.
The rapture is processed by us and us alone then released into the atmosphere, 'Turn, Turn Again' is the chant of work, the sound of work to begin, The Death of High Eden.The Death of High EdenHigh Eden2022-01-14 | higheden.bandcamp.com/album/the-death-of-high-eden