Cavern Deep – Part III – The Bodiless LIMITED 12” Vinyl
Part III - The Bodiless, is the 3rd Cavern Deep album, as well as the 3rd album and final album in Cavern Deeps concept album trilogy that started with the bands debut self-titled album.
The album is the most grand and expansive album in the series so far. It features Marty from Slomatics as the vocalist of the title track “The Bodiless”, and Martin Ludl on saxophone playing on the track “Moskstraumen”.
The vinyl is a 140g 12" with a black sleeve and an insert. A Bandcamp code is included and the vinyl is delivered in a protective sleeve.
The concept synopsis is as follows:
The Bodiless
The transformation is complete. It enters the ungodly realm through the pulse, now without physical form. A shimmering image of nerves, energy, and vibrant rage moves through starless space. The bodiless is greeted by the never-ending hordes of shapeless beings, awoken for the sole purpose of ending its journey. They will all perish.
Queen Womb
Traveling between nodes of passage, covering the vast distances of void, the queen rises. Its children disintegrated, now itself decaying. Facing the bodiless with the desperation of a grieving mother, it unleashes a spewing tidal wave of pure hatred. It is futile. The struggle is short. All that remains is an empty husk. A floating dead mass.
Putrid Sentry
Enter the looming watcher of the outer rims, the putrid one. Bestower of unfathomable grief. The commander of a million shapeless minions now gone. It spreads its dark, suffocating energy across the vastness, like a mighty bellow. It wants to consume all. The bodiless seeps into its veins like a lethal promise, soon rendering its deadly cloak pierced and useless, shattered throughout dead space.
Moskstraumen
The bodiless slowly drifts into the maw of the maelstrom. Almost depleted. Nearly spent. Soon its purpose is fulfilled. This is the cradle of prime evil. As the ancient swirling mass begins to gnaw away at every ethereal nerve ending of the bodiless, its final offering is released in its full glory: the last light. Burning. Consuming. The grip on the entire realm withers away as the great whirlpool bellows in dying agony.
Galaxies Collide
As oozing wounds of ungodly matter bleed out and fade, space itself starts to crumble. Violently colliding with itself, tearing rifts in the very fabric of existence. The bodiless is pulled towards the dead black center of it all. The eye of the storm. Drifting to sleep. In peace. Flickering like a dying lantern.
Full Circle
The fail-safe. The curse. The testament. The bodiless is sucked into the deep at the center of the chaotic collapsing reality surrounding it. It is trying to draw breath. It is becoming. Images are rushing back like an unstoppable flood. There is flesh... One archaeologist and 49 brave men stand at the gates, staring down into the bowels of the mountain. It is time to begin the descent.
