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Abyssal
Members | |
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Current | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals (2011-present) |
Member(bands): Ageless Summoning, Inculcator, Neuroma | |
Current (Live) | |
Guillaume Martin | Guitars (2017-present) |
Member(bands): Barshasketh, Caecus, Haar, Devouring Star (live), Acatalepsy, Cruciamentum (live), Falloch (live) | |
S. Waldron | Bass (2018-present) |
Member(bands): Carcinoma, Holodomor, Cretinous Breed (live) | |
S. Dean | Guitars (2018-present) |
Member(bands): Carcinoma, Holodomor |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Denouement | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
2 | Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius | Full-length | 2013 | Show album |
3 | Antikatastaseis | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
4 | Perichoresis | Boxed set | 2016 | Show album |
5 | Apanthropinization | Split | 2018 | Show album |
6 | A Beacon in the Husk | Full-length | 2019 | Show album |
Denouement
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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January 2nd, 2012 | Independent | CD | CD-R, Limited edition | |
January 2nd, 2012 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
April 2013 | Hellthrasher Productions | HELLTHRASHER XXVI | CD | |
March 10th, 2014 | Hellthrasher Productions | HELLTHRASHER LP VI | 12" vinyl | Remastered, Limited edition |
March 10th, 2014 | Hellthrasher Productions | HELLTHRASHER LP VI | 12" vinyl | Remastered, Limited edition, Black with white haze vinyl |
Members | |
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Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Moss upon Our Ruins | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
An endless panorama Of crumbling stone Wonders and shanties alike Creep inexorably to Earth Discordant shapes Scar the skyline In contortion they beg the sky And plead mercy But none listen None hear the creaks and groans As the wood warps and splinters None see the iron rust and buckle In the damp scathing winds Sprawling trunks of spruce Ravage the jungles of glass No courtesy or contempt is extended Where indifference is king There will be no graves To mark our passing No monument to this folly No tears shall lament this scene A ballad of silence For the moss upon our ruins |
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2. | Celestial Dictatorship | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
Upon your knees The unseen shackles apparent A millstone around the neck Iron chains upon your shoulders Bind you to insidious simulacrum To doctrines unfounded I reach down to you There are no chains No shackles But our pained voices resonate Never to be heard My strength not enough To wrench pious knees from the wooden floor In unreality The prison is real The bars are as iron And the walls as concrete For the architect lives And he is you The dictator lives And his statue bears your chisel marks Self-appointed guardian Within the crumbling cerebral prison The skies within reach But they burn at the touch Light pirouettes across the stone floors Of your damp sanctuary But the eyes of the votary too weak And unwilling to see The crimes are real And the sin churns within This cell is where you belong All seeing eyes burn your flesh Deep into the night There is no relief But this is needed I am impure Yet in the oppression of iron and stone Solace is found trickling down the cold walls The skies beyond are so empty The trees and mountains so hollow and thoughtless The distances between so vast and remote The path beyond these screaming walls Is winding and overgrown Without guidance I shall lose my way Here I stay Here I want to stay Here I must stay |
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3. | Deus Vult | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
Enter the translucent spire And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin Sever the wretched rags of turmoil From mind and body alike And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin Bestowed upon me by leaders up high And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain Hear my augury Of endless torment and sorrow And choose your path with baited breath Use my eyes to see And watch allies and friends become as serpents See the thick vines of treachery Upon which you have never laid sight Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous Pour yourself into me And I shall channel your passions I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new My prophecies are the blade And my proclamations the buckler Take arms and heed For knowledge is the foe Speak not of mortal triumph So paltry and arrogant Dust and blood at outset and end Nothing more From my tower of ivory I watch In madness they flail And with lunatic’s words they howl The final dusk comes And no thought for the morrow is taken |
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4. | Detritivore | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
A swarm descends Their numbers swell The stench of decayed sunlight fills my nostrils Inhaled into lungs of steel and concrete From subterranean halls of stone Gripped by unseemly fetishes for ancient detritus I gorge upon the future I swallow ‘til choking No regrets are expressed Come with me to the pool Bury deep your face In the skies of antiquity Devour our elixir Become like me Viscous black fluid Hangs at our mouths Our muscles swell in its influence Vast prostheses Of steel and glass Burst forth from our flesh The nostrum of the colossus The nostrum of us I watch Hordes of my offspring Grotesque abstractions of form Crawling on their bellies to the dying spring Mists of frenzy descend upon the dwindling pools I have done this Colossi decay Extremities rust in dereliction A tumultuous hysteria of anguish echoes upon these stone walls As they are alone and mortal Bloodshed and death is all they shall know |
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5. | When Paradigms Supplant Gods | 10:56 | Show lyrics |
As we awaken And the thoughts of spirits and daemons Fade from our retinas And the gods up high fall from function We arise alone Our eyelids burn in the darkness Not yet ready to open And reap what was once sown On that day in the endless blackness When gods are remodeled into paradigms With adze I must carve And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist Mutilated and disowned The fallen gods of old lose favour Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods Unquestioned and omnipresent With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom My feet sink deep into the mire But unrelenting I am As the edifice surges skyward Stand back and gaze at our wonder A contorted tapestry of taboo A monolith of unquestionable questions As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation Its beginnings fade from memory And it towers as the wind and the stars Bow before our orthodoxy Merchants of snake oil Within temples of aeons past Now preachers of the bazaar Peddling their filth To the starving congregation Stagnant ideologies Deities of nouveau Pungent and lurid dogmas Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles Which constrict my hands Upon hands and knees I fall Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me I see writhing heretics Swept away in the formless swarm Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy I gaze as the crooked monolith As it descends into the morass |
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6. | Swansong of a Dying Race | 11:17 | Show lyrics |
Pyramids of steel Piercing the heavens above Great structures challenging the ground itself Stone does our bidding Not that of the Earth Unlike those before us The land is our subjugate I speak the chorus in tongues And drift between worlds Buried deep in the noise Heretical voices grip me With emaciated fingers I tear at my birthmask Screams fill the corridors As the cold air strikes my face The first breath in a lifetime Halls thick with smoke and sulphur I choke as my eyes learn to see The insipid multitudes Chasing the horizons They ignore my pleas And march onward to nothing As gold turns to dust and ash in trembling hands And rotting silver fills our lungs The house of cards tumbles And seas of paper engulf vagrant and king alike As the sky turns to maggots And the land cracks and withers I watch and crumble Stale waters rise around the babbling hordes False dreams do not keep them afloat And beneath perpetual oceans they drown The vindicating clamour Of clerics and devotees Soar high toward the welkin But no words of comfort are returned Are no quarter offered As the vast web unravels ‘neath our feet And we fall into the ages of darkness A deafening hum of vapidity Is the only soundtrack to be heard |
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50:23 |
Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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January 1st, 2013 | Independent | CD | CD-R, Limited edition | |
January 1st, 2013 | Independent | Digital | Bandcamp | |
April 2nd, 2013 | Profound Lore Records | PFL 114 | CD | Digipak |
May 20th, 2013 | Exitium Productions | IOB012 | Cassette | Limited edition |
January 2014 | Iron Bonehead Productions | IBP180 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Forebode | 01:03 | instrumental |
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2. | The Tongue of the Demagogue | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony |
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3. | Under the Wretched Sun of Hattin | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood Encroacher No sky or lord may bind In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sun |
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4. | Elegy of Ruin | 00:36 | instrumental |
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5. | The Headless Serpent | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
A beast approaches In this winding labyrinth The walls moist with echoes My blade finds no deathblow No weakness is apparent A battle so futile From each wound pours a sea of serpents No head to this nemesis No end to this struggle An endless ouroborus Feeding upon its own demise |
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6. | A Sheath of Deceit | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Hands drenched in blood and viscera Yet none sleep sounder I breathe poison And scribble falseness Incantations are weaved I follow, mesmerised Symbology sears your lips closed As all the waters are stirred The tumult; a maelstrom Meaning lost to a writhing deceit Eyes seared closed All is as I say |
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7. | Elegy of Staves | 00:23 | instrumental |
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8. | A Malthusian Epoch | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
A skyline of turmoil Screams reach high Over hills of iron More falls from your lips The words concentrate and shatter Their naked falsity apparent The bones of your shoulders grind upon mine In the dust we drown Teeth into flesh Find naught but gristle and jaws Numbers dare not speak our name |
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9. | As Paupers Safeguard Magnates | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
A father and child in delirium Vomit wrenched from the infant’s gullet Smeared across the stone floor As penance and sacrifice The pauper’s emaciated form With hollow eyes Gazes to the bastion With toxic words He is bathed in gold Bones are buried beneath satin Bread and meat are left to rot In ritual catatonia Carry my burdens of dreams and longings Watch in ecstasy The procession of retrogrades To the waiting of grinding teeth Starving bowels Cast aside the feast And burn for the semen of magnates |
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10. | Created Sick, Commanded to Be Well | 10:28 | instrumental |
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11. | The Last King | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
Within the sunken palace The throne stands steadfast Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections Its form twisted and unrecognisable But its power undiminished Emaciated forms Sowing the seeds of madness Obsolete and infantile The sceptre tarnished and worthless A disease of strength I am legion I wrench the guts from this writhing hall With the lungs of fire I exhale And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber Meaningless symbols are unto dust The insect exposed The vestige of our infancy None mourn All that is you is forgotten |
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59:22 |
Antikatastaseis
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 23rd, 2015 | Profound Lore Records | PFL 154 | CD | Digipak |
June 23rd, 2015 | Profound Lore Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
September 2015 | Iron Bonehead Productions | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition | |
October 9th, 2015 | Iron Bonehead Productions | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Blue with black splatter vinyl |
Members | |
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Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
T. Häkkinen | Drums |
Glomor | Vocals (additional) (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Industrie Chimère Noire | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am the Alpha and the Omega | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As ancient stone I am Here I stand for evermore From high I gaze at this world so frail And ignore its false pleas For it is as I Eternal No paltry action can quake this titan Hewn from might above Before these gates to higher forms I marvel at such intricacy With myself at its center For all which is here is made And all which occurs is decided The kiss of rain Falling from the skies Flowing down my face to the shambling ground Pools grow beneath my feet Betwixt the crops of stone and Earth Yet the droplets see no wonder In the majesty of their order None proclaim their divinity As they grasp the rock so tight Floods and fire see my end Birthed into this realization Yet flesh rots And bone dissolves Before dogma yields its ugly head I see folly and failing No longer distant whimpers But eviscerating howls Tearing at my eyes and face But I am Alpha I am Alpha and Omega How do I crumble away? This was to be the death of another Not mine |
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2. | The Cornucopian | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
A trembling sea of bulbs and blossoms Flowering from dirt From each, tenfold more burst And tenfold more from all again Hear my decree Let perpetua guide and rule Look around you And marvel at the unwritten emergence These words I take And hold close to my sunken chest In comfort I babble my creed Yet lost I am In the labyrinthine present I gaze not into the shrieking caverns of coming time |
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3. | Veil of Transcendence | 11:30 | Show lyrics |
From chaos I am forged Within me a churning maelstrom Unimaginable in scale I walk within endless halls In suffocating cold On the horizon I behold a pantheon A speck of light against the sprawling darkness Immense yet fragile A structure with no shape Each facet is me My gaze widens Spiralling threads intertwine and unravel With no beginning nor end Stretching off to infinity both before and behind me And in all directions above and below Winding helices and gnarled nexuses Conjoined to countless Ablaze with searing entropy, they burn my eyes With pulsing tones they scream unlistenable melodies Each point of light so meaningless Each tone so trite and drudging Yet I am awash in a cascade Of words, ideals and laws I am bathed in the pale glow Of whirring thoughts and longings In majesty I weep For one moment Emerging from the howling cold A silent clarity I reach out to touch the reflection But in an instant it shatters Churning illusion sweeps me away I am tempered in ancient twilight My face bears the scars of colliding worlds And my bones echo the dying roars of archaic stars |
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4. | Telomeric Erosion | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
With catatonic eyes And impetuous spirit We gaze starward While the wolves of old Ravage our homesteads While quicksand devours Our steadfast stance Legs of flesh strain to hold aloft The ill conceived colossus Chiselled so haphazardly from heroes and idols Bones crack and buckle Beneath the crushing weight Of a yokesworth ambitions piled high I run With brittle fingers I claw for the horizon Untiring death follow The Earth cracks beneath my fumbling gait Our gazes meet as bodies wither Indifference is my only courtesy This death is final For I am all How I lament and revel Within the romance of my decay As ideals and endeavors become as ashes Swept aloft in the faltering winds Dreams of the stars And intoxicating immortality Draped like a veil so threadbare Obscuring a death we share Beneath this distant sky In the twilight of our time The fading light and dulcet tones As the shadows grow long And the stars dim All that was made is unmade All that was discovered is swept in to obscurity All that I have been falls from recollection And all that is ceases to be |
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5. | A Causal Landscape | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
I am tethered to all And all to me With each movement, a cascade of consequence Propagating about the epicenter In chaos so amorphous I watch these cast chains Tear apart the innocent Drive sane men to madness Rip trees from the Earth and erode the land Yet it is us who paint the faces of villains On the shifting sands Laplace’s demon does baulk To writhe in helicoidal futility Ignorant of that beyond We are complacent In our end |
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6. | Chrysalis | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
In black and white I navigate this journey With right and wrong upon my back In black and white I choose my path With good and evil on my lips In black and white I forge ahead With truth and lies as my guides In black and white I find kinship With sanity and madness lighting my way Never faltering Never wavering In black and white I pass my rite With sanctity and heresy at my flanks In black and white I become myself With otherness and mutuality at my hand The erstwhile truth Fading slowly beyond sight The path obstructed From the chrysalis I emerge Into this world of grey |
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7. | Delere Auctorem Rerum ut Universum Infinitum Noscas | 11:47 | Show lyrics |
In my infancy I walked the forest paths My footprints trod the virgin snow As I was mauled by unending blizzards Blind and alone With knees and elbows Nails, teeth and viscera I made my way Beset by storms Through screaming chasms I ventured Into the winding caves I chased warmth The atrium opened before me Revealing a palace of ice and stone Of fire, flesh and timber Alien yet familiar Halls sprawling off to endlessness Lined with talismans and amulets I struggle to walk their length But I must After each failed step I summoned another All at once I was well The cold not longer beat at my chest My back writing upward I stood tall and strong And with each golden trinket and ornament I marched faster onwards Clawing at my feet They came Tearing through splintered oaken floors I fell for eternity Dragged by sinewy fingers The skin of my face Torn off by the stone walls of the pit As I descended Screams reverberated in the deep The Earth crumbled under my fall Dust revealed my destination This place Where men are conjured by cheap incantations Where all questions are answered And all journeys are at an end The walls of this foul crevasse Stained with the blood of climbers Pulled apart by those who speak hollow words And tell of the nothingness beyond this place |
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58:20 |
Perichoresis
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Miscellaneous staff | |
Grave IX Design | Layout, Logo |
Mentalporn | Layout |
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1. | Denouement | 50:23 | |
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2. | Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius | 59:22 | |
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3. | Antikatastaseis | 58:20 | |
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02:48:05 |
Apanthropinization
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 30th, 2018 | Goatprayer Records | ORAXXCD | CD | |
March 30th, 2018 | Goatprayer Records | Digital |
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Band members | |
Abyssal | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Carcinoma | |
D. Couch | Drums |
S. Waldron | Vocals, Bass |
S. Dean | Vocals, Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
R.S. | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Chinner | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Carcinoma - Silent Master | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Open vessel, horrors arise Worm of the void Split their path, tear down the altar Toxic fire Cold in the lies of obedience Submerged in the mire of deception I never knew that nothingness could be so close |
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2. | Carcinoma - Marching Legions | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Endless rats consuming life Endoparasite! Endless rats Voluntary endoparasite! Through the light, consuming life Endoparasite! Mourning inside its vision Deducted and replaced Legion! Sodomite of servitude, vicious whore Violent aberration, destructive hibernator Unearthed abomination, a numinous mass Reveal, filth These grand destroyers Nuclear armageddon Purify our skeletons in cold silenc |
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3. | Carcinoma - Servile Performance | 01:04 | Show lyrics |
Abolished memory Horrific progression Trapped and hiding Shattered from the world Driven as herds and erased Can you see? Repetitive and molesting. Remove this host Prevailing loathing Polluting visions The illusion Voices of abhorrent masters Pre-visual, failure |
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4. | Carcinoma - A Light to Pierce the Void | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
I demand sight, I demand sight! Averted minds stay blind, to teeth that open throats Master of nothing, slave dancer Burning temples held high, ending deceit woven with life As I converse with flame, and employ a claim to an empty kingdom Destroy the ramparts, destroy the ramparts! |
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5. | Abyssal - Enantiodromia | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Expanses unfurl Disinterested and barren Chattering jaws and hollow shapes Encased in flesh and sinew Impulses and churning change Come forth Ushered by shadowy forms Vestiges of dead iterations Inward Commune and learn Within this pantheon Slung from the rafters I see you descent Into the fumbling blackness But I can see beyond you Beneath A pale visage in the gloom The eyelids open And I am entranced and petrified Vile beasts and daemons emerge Unspeakable in their grotesqueness I am torn to pieces By their writhing onslaught |
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6. | Abyssal - Sinews Weave Vicissitudes | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
Swirling subhuman sludge Adorned in withered grace Tongues without lexica And tomes without spines From the gallery Gazes aghast in painted decrepitude Marking crosses with dactyl And stigmata of inked blood Glossolalia in discourse Churning from encompassing depths Ears and eyes are slaves to burn Knees are shattered to genuflect Skin begs for the whip Whispers of vengeance Gargled through slit throats |
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7. | Abyssal - Chaos Anthropomorphism | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
O come and behold our new Lucifer His face adorned with topaz and silver Marvel at the mutual grotesquery That I forge from strewn filth and jewels My trembling hands hone the spear‘s point A shambling staff so blunt and dull Riposte with ease from his shuffling gait And cleave with conviction Avert your gaze as the adversary crumbles He is assured worthy and true Pay no heed to manifested shapes Diversions and distractions At the last you grapple And our bond is set in iron Virtue glistens with weak light Caterwauls fall short in still air Yet ecstasy exudes in turn This glow will fade in time As it must and always does From the viscera, a risen antagonist To carve and shape and build afresh And accept our howling voice and failing strength |
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8. | Abyssal - Veins of Satiation | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Shimmering heaps Of gold and pearl Spanning hither meager plains A bloated form Lost in the valley And in the mind of glimmering eyes “This is my birthright” The blue pursed lips cachinnate Stained hands Grasp at the swollen wherewithal And rub the grotesque paunch Grinding to jagged dust That tears the flesh Illness in me Wounds ooze and teeth gnaw Glorious on the palette The path spawns disease But steps stray naught Veins are satiated Cruel famines of glut An internal Dolchstoss To deconstruct and impel And leave the void within |
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36:35 |
A Beacon in the Husk
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 21st, 2019 | Profound Lore Records | PFL 224 | CD | Digipak |
June 21st, 2019 | Profound Lore Records | PFL 224 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 3 colors |
June 21st, 2019 | Profound Lore Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Band members | |
G.D.C. | Guitars, Bass, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
A. Micklewright | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Artwork |
Chimère Noire | Design |
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1. | Dialogue | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Does man require a transcendent purpose? One that is divorced from the coldness of reason? Must such a purpose be present within the soul of man in order to stave off decay and complacency and galvanise the spirit? I take my birthright amid the enormous mechanisms of man’s creation, which rationally interpret and interrogate the cold and dead earth. With these vast engines man scrapes away at mystery and superstition, inexorably unearthing the bedrock of objective truth which underpins all. Yet to turn this machinery inward and and interrogate the conscious essence of the human being is to wrangle with a problem of near infinite complexity. A tapestry of delicate facts that are the whim of endless variables. Can mere quantification of facts and phenomena grant grandeur to the mind and sate the spirit? To stand before a cliff face and to know the location of each and every crop and ledge does not by its mere knowledge allow a man to climb to the summit with ease. Yet to traverse the infinite problem of being, are we told that the bedrock of cold facts is sufficient for orientation? That a man with one hundred facts at hand is better equipped than a man with fifty? Is objectivity therefore an ultimate end to strive for? Or is a fumbling and abstract force equally potent to quench and inspire the soul of man, around which we may rally without understanding the finer intricacies of our actions? Would a man driven by well-meaning but false and heuristic principles forge a life less effectual than one who follows only undiluted total truth? Furthermore, are such false principles and abstract mistruths simply immature glimpses of higher orders of objective truth? Truths that are yet to be fathomed and thrall to prediction? If, with infinite resource, we could determine the variance of things and plot a course through each action with precise, atomic deliberation, would illusion and mistruth be eliminated from the psyche of man? Or, conversely, would these mistruths and false principles remain effective forces in managing the inertia of man in a way that is more beguiling than the cold and blunt truth of the earth? Must we therefore concede that the untrue can be tolerated in some capacity? Must we drape the veil of illusion over our eyes in order to reap the rich crop that this illusion might allow to attain? This is the deepest quandary that has torn at my spirit, like the flail to the back of a slave. O, how I remember when sweet certainty embraced my fragile form and cocooned me from the unyielding tides. I remember. |
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2. | I - Recollection: Shapes upon the Retina | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
In euphoria I glide through the hall of my being. Dancing drapes of satin and silk caress my face as I proceed. Resplendent in purple and maroon. Perfume fills the air and colours dance on the eyes. In this realm I am calm, for all that is unknown, no matter how complex, must inevitably find its answer. And with each answer I find comfort, for each bout of arithmetic or conceptualisation forges a new and virgin monad - indivisible and indelible - hewn from pure and eternal stone. I stack the stones with joy in my soul, pausing only to admire the towering monolith, central in the hall, and intoxicating in its scale. Within the hall burning flames appear periodically, but, contained in brass fire pits, they do not draw my gaze. Their orange glow is not to my taste. They are merely formalities that burn due to vestigial primitivism or await their inevitable extinguishing when time allows our focus to be drawn to them. In time all will be doused, and with their sweet smoke we shall revel in our mastery of the treasures of this universe. But my smile for some time has been forced in this place. Smouldering embers, once trivialities, catch my eye. For so long I resist their beckoning crackles. “They are but tokens of my own immaturity, my own fallibility. Do not be drawn to them.” I babbled the words to myself time and time again, but this facade could not be sustained. Through the billowing drapes I regarded a fire pit, larger than the others, heaped high with scorched wood. A great pyre once burned here. Gazing upon this heap of ash, my mind became alight with hitherto unasked questions. What was the justification for extinguishing this pyre? Why must a fire which once burned with immense intensity be reduced to ash and dust? My mind writhed in confusion and wrestled against all it once knew. Even in my most distracted moments, I always understood that fire possessed something primal and circadian. As such, why would such a colossal flame be snuffed from existence, rather than be allowed to illuminate the spirits of men? I reach out and touch the smoking dust. My senses sharpen. The air is tainted. The walls of this vast hall, once finished in rich marble, now vomit forth decay. What is this? Flames dance upon my eyes, and movements churn behind this veil. |
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3. | I - Recollection: Awakening / Metamorphosis | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
The flickering environs of my perfumed sanctuary melt away to toxic sludge. Rusted bulkheads and twisted valves pierce through my flesh. Corroded eyes weep with lead. Floating scents of old are now as sulphur and vomit. The face is now gaunt and furrowed. My pleas are insincere, yet if they were to be heard, it is all too apparent that this foul metamorphosis cannot be halted. The floor of this perfumed hall - my own perfumed hall - collapses from beneath me, and through torn skies my vestige plummets. Marble and diamond erode to silt before me. And here I find myself. Untethered and adrift in this endless space. I stand before myself. Your taste is bitter, your face pained. I watch you die. I hear you rot. Deafening. From the corpse spring maggots, each resplendent in their own livery. Like mirrors they reflect me, but instead of a single form, I am instantiated in multiple permutations. Each permutation mangled through an alien conceptual lens. This is where those who came before spoke of. Those men who, during my intoxicate stupor, were written off as mere prototypes and forerunners. Those whose thoughts we had long superseded with the cold hammers of objective truth. Those who built the great fire pits, only to have their flames untended and extinguished in obsolescence. This is the place they sought to traverse. To plot a path across this endless chasm. I still hear their echoing howls demented and frantic. Is this an awakening? Or is this the rumination of a mind in decay? The answer does not come to me, and I drift between worlds. |
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4. | II - Discernment: The Cloister Beneath the Grime | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
I tumble into the yawning void, with naught ahead or behind. IN distant warmth I recollect that perfumed eternity in the hall of my outward wonderment. “How is it that all of this, this whole glorious journey towards the glowing and adorned future, has been for nil?” My cracked lips utter. In languid recollection, reveries return me to my most infantile and formative reflections. Deep within my being, there remains an innermost place. A humble cloister, unchanged and ancient in humility, where, in my beginnings, I laid the groundwork for my very self. This place is where I once retreated in my truest infancy to meditate on the most cold and stoic foundational rocks of this land, long before I laboured in the hall and heaped stone with calloused hands. Its foundations stretch deep into a rocky outcrop, surrounded on all sides by shifting sands, and standing defiantly against the churning skies of filth. My ragged form falls into its central piazza, kicking up dust upon its arrival. My strained eyes gazed in nostalgic elation upon this long forgotten place, but only a shelf of what once was remained. The arches and pillars of this place once glistened in weathered quaintness, but are now gilded with shadow and notched by the ravages of time. The cloister stands as before, fined around its perimeter by stone rooms, each reverberating with memory and struggle, but the stone is now eroded and stained. In each room, just as I recall, a wooden chest stands. It was within these chests that I laid with affection the most static and sacred axioms of this world. But the locks are now broken, the keepsakes, scrolls and trinkets long gone. “Why must this be so? Were our intentions not noble? Why must these ancient tomes crumble before my eyes?” The cloister’s garden, shambling and alive with fertility, in which I cut my teeth nurturing the frail plants and stalks, now wilts before me. The soil dries and cracks, revealing glimpses of the great void beneath where the stalwart foundation once stood. It is apparent now that the rock upon which I built this place was naught but smoke. Mirage and illusion. In time, the the columns and walls of this place, the gardens and paving, the rooms and passages, will all slide away inexorably, and disappear beneath. It is with tears in my eyes that I howl at the boiling sky, “I refuse to leave this place! I must never abandon it to the swirling maelstroms, lest I myself will cease to be!” “If I must move each and every stone of this place with my own hands, traverse across these shifting sands to find a true rock, a true foundation, and rebuild this place from its bedrock, then I will do it, and nothing shall shake me from this path!” And in my resolution, I return outward, to confront the freezing void. |
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5. | II - Discernment: Khyphotic Suzerains | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
I drift from visions. The void within which I languish remained vast, but now seemed navigable. I discern a structure, enormous in scale. Just on the cusp of my perceptions, but within reach. With impetuous spirit, I claw toward its distant silhouette. It is a temple of all that was. Imperfect in its construction, but robust, and equipped to weather the endless storms beyond. Its ceiling stretching off above me to dizzying heights… Wind and storm howl at the entrance, and I am forced to take shelter. At its centre, the fools eat hearty, from suppers of glazed meat and wax fruit. Beheld as still life, but empty within. Aggrandizement the sole nutrient, and ritual in place of satiety. Their garbs, luminescent in gold and diamond, hid their forms from my sight. Yet I sense them. At their core, a nebulous lust radiates. Khyphotic and swollen, their disdainful forms hunch over the table. For seeming eons, I watched their tapestry race skyward, adorned with stammering words. Decreed in mangled tongues, the fools declared their suzerainty of this ancient place. Unearned misunderstood, their crowns of tin shone in empty eyes. Delirious in mania, their feasts would adjourn with all principles and elements, and all that was great and true, heaped in the pestle and mortar. With glee, they would grind the contents to powder and silt, before strewing to the still air. I witnessed them take up arms to hammer at the foot of the columns that buttress the great stone roof above. In shrieking psychosis, their hooded forms smashed and chipped for endless hours, until exhaustion stayed their hammers. |
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6. | II - Discernment: The Triumph of Fools | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
It was I who screamed until hoarse and exhausted, who pleaded with the fools - that they know not what they do. That all that shields us from the scalding rain beyond is the roof of this place you seek to demolish. My raised voice echoed endlessly, but was heard by none. In my apoplexy, shuffling forms at my periphery grab my attention. I turn my head to a wing of the temple that I had yet to see, or perhaps had yet to manifest within this vision. Terror gripped me, and for the first time in my paltry and wretched humanity, I began to grasp this place, and why it stood here with such ancient purpose. Before me, I beheld the perfumed halls, not just a single chamber, but many each with their own distinctive idol at their centre, and each with their own accompaniment of zealous priors engaged busily in construction. The halls, as I saw them, were mere antechambers to this temple, each linked to this place by a constellation of passageways. The temple’s stalwart roof sheltered them too from the unending storms. Yet each hall spat forth fools. Fools who would amble blindly into the sprawling nave, and who would lose themselves in the orgy. Each would eat the, and hammer impetuously at the base of the columns without compunction, and without cognizance that the tumbling roof would inevitably crush all beneath. What drew these fools to tear with nails and teeth at the womb which sustained them? Were they truly beings of ill will and orgiastic masochism? Or, tragically, were they instead fully-rounded individuals with justification, rationale and deliberation in their actions? Is it not after all true that each human possesses the tools to invoke unimaginable grotesquery, or to be a shimmering light to the world, and all possibilities between, and that the fine dividing those domains is oscillatory, nebulous and unarticulated? In an instant, I am pulled from my reverie, as their robes fall from their bodies, revealing their form. And I see that all are me. |
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7. | III - Descent: We Who Beheld the Fall of Axioms | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Was I a fool not to see that the humble cloister of my own psyche was simply a facet of this vast temple? That this place, inhabited by the infinite and ancient dead, is merely an extrapolation, a continuation, an elaboration of the structures within my own depths? The very structures which I rely upon to articulate, arrange and coordinate my path within this world. The walls of this place, ancient, and built not by men, but by the aggregation of action, ritual and symbology. Formalities and liturgies that predate the law, the word and man himself. Was I a fool not to see that the flames which filled the brass pits, which we so zealously sought to extinguish, were not intended to draw our gaze to them? That instead these flames were set alight to illuminate the structure, to draw light to its form. Fumbling and gestural attempts to describe its unfathomable nature. Flickering in their verbiage, shining light upon but a tiny fragment of the encapsulating shapes and forms. And in an instant, upon the lips of earth I felt her calm. In bellows of soothing disarray, all was unchanged in penitence. It was this which was divine. From the torn womb of my mind came forth a new entity, dripping in lustrous ugliness to my eyes. Beyond the walls of this temple, the churning filth, the screaming void, the endless black, it calls to me. “If these walls should crumble to dust, will I behold an agent of change? A beacon of reordering?” But my strained howling reverberate off the creeping black before me. “You damned fools! You charlatans and opportunists! This will be our fate!” The voice now raised and ireful, for this was always here, clawing blindly at the cusps and peripheries of our haphazard sanctuary. But time is now short; axioms tuble as rafters and vaulting. Walls of stone crack and dissolve. Aghast I regard, as the temple crumbles to the ground. |
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8. | III - Descent: A Beacon in the Husk | 08:05 | Show lyrics |
I stand naked and alone in the spiralling storms. My feet find support on fallen stone. How I would long to be a beacon in the husk of this world, to rally the cause of man by example. To rebuild the cloister upon firm ground and tend its shambling gardens. To nurture the flames, buttress the walls and curate the spirit of man by all available means. But I am weak. I am flawed. And now, in the smouldering remnants of this temple, and the screeching laughter of the fools, I feel my animus transform, and all the foulest of phenomena effervesce from my skin, with the ease and inevitability that a would exudes blood. A beacon in the husk of man indeed, but not a beacon of illumination. I grasp at my phallus and paint my seed upon this ferrous world. A fitting tribute to such finality. The howling voices of previous augurs, they scream out to none, for death is all that listens. And in death’s arid embrace I find ecstasy. No jury lurks in the rafters of the sky to meter the penance for these crimes. I am the sole arbiter. The last of you. Bittersweet ruminations paint my mind with colours of thirst. I yearn for a fitting sentence, envisaged for former kin, to balance the scales and cap the wake. I burn to see the totality of what was man, gathered as one and heaped high as grain. Young upon old. Frail and strong. Piled high to the welkin. In my mind I stand before this wall of flesh and howling duress. In the anguish I bathe. In the failure I revel. The searing fireballs that dance before my closed eyes are now more than weatherbeaten reverie. To me they call out their dire siren songs. O, how I long to pluck each one, like ripened fruit from a bough, and place each upon a city of man. I lust to fathom this unravelling, to rise above all, to witness the grandest of scales, and to perceive the subtlest minutia all as one, like the fabled godheads of man’s tales. To breathe the suffering into my lungs, and, as so many before, to become the end of all times. |
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9. | Soliloquy | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
I lay my eggs in the rotten meant of man, but none shall know my offspring. | |||
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Denouement
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Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork |
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1. | The Moss upon Our Ruins | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
An endless panorama Of crumbling stone Wonders and shanties alike Creep inexorably to Earth Discordant shapes Scar the skyline In contortion they beg the sky And plead mercy But none listen None hear the creaks and groans As the wood warps and splinters None see the iron rust and buckle In the damp scathing winds Sprawling trunks of spruce Ravage the jungles of glass No courtesy or contempt is extended Where indifference is king There will be no graves To mark our passing No monument to this folly No tears shall lament this scene A ballad of silence For the moss upon our ruins |
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2. | Celestial Dictatorship | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
Upon your knees The unseen shackles apparent A millstone around the neck Iron chains upon your shoulders Bind you to insidious simulacrum To doctrines unfounded I reach down to you There are no chains No shackles But our pained voices resonate Never to be heard My strength not enough To wrench pious knees from the wooden floor In unreality The prison is real The bars are as iron And the walls as concrete For the architect lives And he is you The dictator lives And his statue bears your chisel marks Self-appointed guardian Within the crumbling cerebral prison The skies within reach But they burn at the touch Light pirouettes across the stone floors Of your damp sanctuary But the eyes of the votary too weak And unwilling to see The crimes are real And the sin churns within This cell is where you belong All seeing eyes burn your flesh Deep into the night There is no relief But this is needed I am impure Yet in the oppression of iron and stone Solace is found trickling down the cold walls The skies beyond are so empty The trees and mountains so hollow and thoughtless The distances between so vast and remote The path beyond these screaming walls Is winding and overgrown Without guidance I shall lose my way Here I stay Here I want to stay Here I must stay |
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3. | Deus Vult | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
Enter the translucent spire And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin Sever the wretched rags of turmoil From mind and body alike And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin Bestowed upon me by leaders up high And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain Hear my augury Of endless torment and sorrow And choose your path with baited breath Use my eyes to see And watch allies and friends become as serpents See the thick vines of treachery Upon which you have never laid sight Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous Pour yourself into me And I shall channel your passions I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new My prophecies are the blade And my proclamations the buckler Take arms and heed For knowledge is the foe Speak not of mortal triumph So paltry and arrogant Dust and blood at outset and end Nothing more From my tower of ivory I watch In madness they flail And with lunatic’s words they howl The final dusk comes And no thought for the morrow is taken |
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4. | Detritivore | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
A swarm descends Their numbers swell The stench of decayed sunlight fills my nostrils Inhaled into lungs of steel and concrete From subterranean halls of stone Gripped by unseemly fetishes for ancient detritus I gorge upon the future I swallow ‘til choking No regrets are expressed Come with me to the pool Bury deep your face In the skies of antiquity Devour our elixir Become like me Viscous black fluid Hangs at our mouths Our muscles swell in its influence Vast prostheses Of steel and glass Burst forth from our flesh The nostrum of the colossus The nostrum of us I watch Hordes of my offspring Grotesque abstractions of form Crawling on their bellies to the dying spring Mists of frenzy descend upon the dwindling pools I have done this Colossi decay Extremities rust in dereliction A tumultuous hysteria of anguish echoes upon these stone walls As they are alone and mortal Bloodshed and death is all they shall know |
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5. | When Paradigms Supplant Gods | 10:56 | Show lyrics |
As we awaken And the thoughts of spirits and daemons Fade from our retinas And the gods up high fall from function We arise alone Our eyelids burn in the darkness Not yet ready to open And reap what was once sown On that day in the endless blackness When gods are remodeled into paradigms With adze I must carve And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist Mutilated and disowned The fallen gods of old lose favour Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods Unquestioned and omnipresent With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom My feet sink deep into the mire But unrelenting I am As the edifice surges skyward Stand back and gaze at our wonder A contorted tapestry of taboo A monolith of unquestionable questions As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation Its beginnings fade from memory And it towers as the wind and the stars Bow before our orthodoxy Merchants of snake oil Within temples of aeons past Now preachers of the bazaar Peddling their filth To the starving congregation Stagnant ideologies Deities of nouveau Pungent and lurid dogmas Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles Which constrict my hands Upon hands and knees I fall Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me I see writhing heretics Swept away in the formless swarm Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy I gaze as the crooked monolith As it descends into the morass |
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6. | Swansong of a Dying Race | 11:17 | Show lyrics |
Pyramids of steel Piercing the heavens above Great structures challenging the ground itself Stone does our bidding Not that of the Earth Unlike those before us The land is our subjugate I speak the chorus in tongues And drift between worlds Buried deep in the noise Heretical voices grip me With emaciated fingers I tear at my birthmask Screams fill the corridors As the cold air strikes my face The first breath in a lifetime Halls thick with smoke and sulphur I choke as my eyes learn to see The insipid multitudes Chasing the horizons They ignore my pleas And march onward to nothing As gold turns to dust and ash in trembling hands And rotting silver fills our lungs The house of cards tumbles And seas of paper engulf vagrant and king alike As the sky turns to maggots And the land cracks and withers I watch and crumble Stale waters rise around the babbling hordes False dreams do not keep them afloat And beneath perpetual oceans they drown The vindicating clamour Of clerics and devotees Soar high toward the welkin But no words of comfort are returned Are no quarter offered As the vast web unravels ‘neath our feet And we fall into the ages of darkness A deafening hum of vapidity Is the only soundtrack to be heard |
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50:23 |
Denouement
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G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Moss upon Our Ruins | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
An endless panorama Of crumbling stone Wonders and shanties alike Creep inexorably to Earth Discordant shapes Scar the skyline In contortion they beg the sky And plead mercy But none listen None hear the creaks and groans As the wood warps and splinters None see the iron rust and buckle In the damp scathing winds Sprawling trunks of spruce Ravage the jungles of glass No courtesy or contempt is extended Where indifference is king There will be no graves To mark our passing No monument to this folly No tears shall lament this scene A ballad of silence For the moss upon our ruins |
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2. | Celestial Dictatorship | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
Upon your knees The unseen shackles apparent A millstone around the neck Iron chains upon your shoulders Bind you to insidious simulacrum To doctrines unfounded I reach down to you There are no chains No shackles But our pained voices resonate Never to be heard My strength not enough To wrench pious knees from the wooden floor In unreality The prison is real The bars are as iron And the walls as concrete For the architect lives And he is you The dictator lives And his statue bears your chisel marks Self-appointed guardian Within the crumbling cerebral prison The skies within reach But they burn at the touch Light pirouettes across the stone floors Of your damp sanctuary But the eyes of the votary too weak And unwilling to see The crimes are real And the sin churns within This cell is where you belong All seeing eyes burn your flesh Deep into the night There is no relief But this is needed I am impure Yet in the oppression of iron and stone Solace is found trickling down the cold walls The skies beyond are so empty The trees and mountains so hollow and thoughtless The distances between so vast and remote The path beyond these screaming walls Is winding and overgrown Without guidance I shall lose my way Here I stay Here I want to stay Here I must stay |
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3. | Deus Vult | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
Enter the translucent spire And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin Sever the wretched rags of turmoil From mind and body alike And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin Bestowed upon me by leaders up high And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain Hear my augury Of endless torment and sorrow And choose your path with baited breath Use my eyes to see And watch allies and friends become as serpents See the thick vines of treachery Upon which you have never laid sight Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous Pour yourself into me And I shall channel your passions I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new My prophecies are the blade And my proclamations the buckler Take arms and heed For knowledge is the foe Speak not of mortal triumph So paltry and arrogant Dust and blood at outset and end Nothing more From my tower of ivory I watch In madness they flail And with lunatic’s words they howl The final dusk comes And no thought for the morrow is taken |
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4. | Detritivore | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
A swarm descends Their numbers swell The stench of decayed sunlight fills my nostrils Inhaled into lungs of steel and concrete From subterranean halls of stone Gripped by unseemly fetishes for ancient detritus I gorge upon the future I swallow ‘til choking No regrets are expressed Come with me to the pool Bury deep your face In the skies of antiquity Devour our elixir Become like me Viscous black fluid Hangs at our mouths Our muscles swell in its influence Vast prostheses Of steel and glass Burst forth from our flesh The nostrum of the colossus The nostrum of us I watch Hordes of my offspring Grotesque abstractions of form Crawling on their bellies to the dying spring Mists of frenzy descend upon the dwindling pools I have done this Colossi decay Extremities rust in dereliction A tumultuous hysteria of anguish echoes upon these stone walls As they are alone and mortal Bloodshed and death is all they shall know |
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5. | When Paradigms Supplant Gods | 10:56 | Show lyrics |
As we awaken And the thoughts of spirits and daemons Fade from our retinas And the gods up high fall from function We arise alone Our eyelids burn in the darkness Not yet ready to open And reap what was once sown On that day in the endless blackness When gods are remodeled into paradigms With adze I must carve And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist Mutilated and disowned The fallen gods of old lose favour Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods Unquestioned and omnipresent With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom My feet sink deep into the mire But unrelenting I am As the edifice surges skyward Stand back and gaze at our wonder A contorted tapestry of taboo A monolith of unquestionable questions As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation Its beginnings fade from memory And it towers as the wind and the stars Bow before our orthodoxy Merchants of snake oil Within temples of aeons past Now preachers of the bazaar Peddling their filth To the starving congregation Stagnant ideologies Deities of nouveau Pungent and lurid dogmas Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles Which constrict my hands Upon hands and knees I fall Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me I see writhing heretics Swept away in the formless swarm Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy I gaze as the crooked monolith As it descends into the morass |
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6. | Swansong of a Dying Race | 11:17 | Show lyrics |
Pyramids of steel Piercing the heavens above Great structures challenging the ground itself Stone does our bidding Not that of the Earth Unlike those before us The land is our subjugate I speak the chorus in tongues And drift between worlds Buried deep in the noise Heretical voices grip me With emaciated fingers I tear at my birthmask Screams fill the corridors As the cold air strikes my face The first breath in a lifetime Halls thick with smoke and sulphur I choke as my eyes learn to see The insipid multitudes Chasing the horizons They ignore my pleas And march onward to nothing As gold turns to dust and ash in trembling hands And rotting silver fills our lungs The house of cards tumbles And seas of paper engulf vagrant and king alike As the sky turns to maggots And the land cracks and withers I watch and crumble Stale waters rise around the babbling hordes False dreams do not keep them afloat And beneath perpetual oceans they drown The vindicating clamour Of clerics and devotees Soar high toward the welkin But no words of comfort are returned Are no quarter offered As the vast web unravels ‘neath our feet And we fall into the ages of darkness A deafening hum of vapidity Is the only soundtrack to be heard |
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50:23 |
Denouement
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Moss upon Our Ruins | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
An endless panorama Of crumbling stone Wonders and shanties alike Creep inexorably to Earth Discordant shapes Scar the skyline In contortion they beg the sky And plead mercy But none listen None hear the creaks and groans As the wood warps and splinters None see the iron rust and buckle In the damp scathing winds Sprawling trunks of spruce Ravage the jungles of glass No courtesy or contempt is extended Where indifference is king There will be no graves To mark our passing No monument to this folly No tears shall lament this scene A ballad of silence For the moss upon our ruins |
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2. | Celestial Dictatorship | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
Upon your knees The unseen shackles apparent A millstone around the neck Iron chains upon your shoulders Bind you to insidious simulacrum To doctrines unfounded I reach down to you There are no chains No shackles But our pained voices resonate Never to be heard My strength not enough To wrench pious knees from the wooden floor In unreality The prison is real The bars are as iron And the walls as concrete For the architect lives And he is you The dictator lives And his statue bears your chisel marks Self-appointed guardian Within the crumbling cerebral prison The skies within reach But they burn at the touch Light pirouettes across the stone floors Of your damp sanctuary But the eyes of the votary too weak And unwilling to see The crimes are real And the sin churns within This cell is where you belong All seeing eyes burn your flesh Deep into the night There is no relief But this is needed I am impure Yet in the oppression of iron and stone Solace is found trickling down the cold walls The skies beyond are so empty The trees and mountains so hollow and thoughtless The distances between so vast and remote The path beyond these screaming walls Is winding and overgrown Without guidance I shall lose my way Here I stay Here I want to stay Here I must stay |
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3. | Deus Vult | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
Enter the translucent spire And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin Sever the wretched rags of turmoil From mind and body alike And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin Bestowed upon me by leaders up high And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain Hear my augury Of endless torment and sorrow And choose your path with baited breath Use my eyes to see And watch allies and friends become as serpents See the thick vines of treachery Upon which you have never laid sight Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous Pour yourself into me And I shall channel your passions I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new My prophecies are the blade And my proclamations the buckler Take arms and heed For knowledge is the foe Speak not of mortal triumph So paltry and arrogant Dust and blood at outset and end Nothing more From my tower of ivory I watch In madness they flail And with lunatic’s words they howl The final dusk comes And no thought for the morrow is taken |
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4. | Detritivore | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
A swarm descends Their numbers swell The stench of decayed sunlight fills my nostrils Inhaled into lungs of steel and concrete From subterranean halls of stone Gripped by unseemly fetishes for ancient detritus I gorge upon the future I swallow ‘til choking No regrets are expressed Come with me to the pool Bury deep your face In the skies of antiquity Devour our elixir Become like me Viscous black fluid Hangs at our mouths Our muscles swell in its influence Vast prostheses Of steel and glass Burst forth from our flesh The nostrum of the colossus The nostrum of us I watch Hordes of my offspring Grotesque abstractions of form Crawling on their bellies to the dying spring Mists of frenzy descend upon the dwindling pools I have done this Colossi decay Extremities rust in dereliction A tumultuous hysteria of anguish echoes upon these stone walls As they are alone and mortal Bloodshed and death is all they shall know |
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5. | When Paradigms Supplant Gods | 10:56 | Show lyrics |
As we awaken And the thoughts of spirits and daemons Fade from our retinas And the gods up high fall from function We arise alone Our eyelids burn in the darkness Not yet ready to open And reap what was once sown On that day in the endless blackness When gods are remodeled into paradigms With adze I must carve And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist Mutilated and disowned The fallen gods of old lose favour Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods Unquestioned and omnipresent With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom My feet sink deep into the mire But unrelenting I am As the edifice surges skyward Stand back and gaze at our wonder A contorted tapestry of taboo A monolith of unquestionable questions As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation Its beginnings fade from memory And it towers as the wind and the stars Bow before our orthodoxy Merchants of snake oil Within temples of aeons past Now preachers of the bazaar Peddling their filth To the starving congregation Stagnant ideologies Deities of nouveau Pungent and lurid dogmas Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles Which constrict my hands Upon hands and knees I fall Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me I see writhing heretics Swept away in the formless swarm Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy I gaze as the crooked monolith As it descends into the morass |
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6. | Swansong of a Dying Race | 11:17 | Show lyrics |
Pyramids of steel Piercing the heavens above Great structures challenging the ground itself Stone does our bidding Not that of the Earth Unlike those before us The land is our subjugate I speak the chorus in tongues And drift between worlds Buried deep in the noise Heretical voices grip me With emaciated fingers I tear at my birthmask Screams fill the corridors As the cold air strikes my face The first breath in a lifetime Halls thick with smoke and sulphur I choke as my eyes learn to see The insipid multitudes Chasing the horizons They ignore my pleas And march onward to nothing As gold turns to dust and ash in trembling hands And rotting silver fills our lungs The house of cards tumbles And seas of paper engulf vagrant and king alike As the sky turns to maggots And the land cracks and withers I watch and crumble Stale waters rise around the babbling hordes False dreams do not keep them afloat And beneath perpetual oceans they drown The vindicating clamour Of clerics and devotees Soar high toward the welkin But no words of comfort are returned Are no quarter offered As the vast web unravels ‘neath our feet And we fall into the ages of darkness A deafening hum of vapidity Is the only soundtrack to be heard |
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50:23 |
Denouement
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork |
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Side A | |||
1. | The Moss upon Our Ruins | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
An endless panorama Of crumbling stone Wonders and shanties alike Creep inexorably to Earth Discordant shapes Scar the skyline In contortion they beg the sky And plead mercy But none listen None hear the creaks and groans As the wood warps and splinters None see the iron rust and buckle In the damp scathing winds Sprawling trunks of spruce Ravage the jungles of glass No courtesy or contempt is extended Where indifference is king There will be no graves To mark our passing No monument to this folly No tears shall lament this scene A ballad of silence For the moss upon our ruins |
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2. | Celestial Dictatorship | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
Upon your knees The unseen shackles apparent A millstone around the neck Iron chains upon your shoulders Bind you to insidious simulacrum To doctrines unfounded I reach down to you There are no chains No shackles But our pained voices resonate Never to be heard My strength not enough To wrench pious knees from the wooden floor In unreality The prison is real The bars are as iron And the walls as concrete For the architect lives And he is you The dictator lives And his statue bears your chisel marks Self-appointed guardian Within the crumbling cerebral prison The skies within reach But they burn at the touch Light pirouettes across the stone floors Of your damp sanctuary But the eyes of the votary too weak And unwilling to see The crimes are real And the sin churns within This cell is where you belong All seeing eyes burn your flesh Deep into the night There is no relief But this is needed I am impure Yet in the oppression of iron and stone Solace is found trickling down the cold walls The skies beyond are so empty The trees and mountains so hollow and thoughtless The distances between so vast and remote The path beyond these screaming walls Is winding and overgrown Without guidance I shall lose my way Here I stay Here I want to stay Here I must stay |
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3. | Deus Vult | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
Enter the translucent spire And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin Sever the wretched rags of turmoil From mind and body alike And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin Bestowed upon me by leaders up high And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain Hear my augury Of endless torment and sorrow And choose your path with baited breath Use my eyes to see And watch allies and friends become as serpents See the thick vines of treachery Upon which you have never laid sight Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous Pour yourself into me And I shall channel your passions I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new My prophecies are the blade And my proclamations the buckler Take arms and heed For knowledge is the foe Speak not of mortal triumph So paltry and arrogant Dust and blood at outset and end Nothing more From my tower of ivory I watch In madness they flail And with lunatic’s words they howl The final dusk comes And no thought for the morrow is taken |
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Side B | |||
4. | Detritivore | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
A swarm descends Their numbers swell The stench of decayed sunlight fills my nostrils Inhaled into lungs of steel and concrete From subterranean halls of stone Gripped by unseemly fetishes for ancient detritus I gorge upon the future I swallow ‘til choking No regrets are expressed Come with me to the pool Bury deep your face In the skies of antiquity Devour our elixir Become like me Viscous black fluid Hangs at our mouths Our muscles swell in its influence Vast prostheses Of steel and glass Burst forth from our flesh The nostrum of the colossus The nostrum of us I watch Hordes of my offspring Grotesque abstractions of form Crawling on their bellies to the dying spring Mists of frenzy descend upon the dwindling pools I have done this Colossi decay Extremities rust in dereliction A tumultuous hysteria of anguish echoes upon these stone walls As they are alone and mortal Bloodshed and death is all they shall know |
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5. | When Paradigms Supplant Gods | 10:56 | Show lyrics |
As we awaken And the thoughts of spirits and daemons Fade from our retinas And the gods up high fall from function We arise alone Our eyelids burn in the darkness Not yet ready to open And reap what was once sown On that day in the endless blackness When gods are remodeled into paradigms With adze I must carve And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist Mutilated and disowned The fallen gods of old lose favour Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods Unquestioned and omnipresent With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom My feet sink deep into the mire But unrelenting I am As the edifice surges skyward Stand back and gaze at our wonder A contorted tapestry of taboo A monolith of unquestionable questions As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation Its beginnings fade from memory And it towers as the wind and the stars Bow before our orthodoxy Merchants of snake oil Within temples of aeons past Now preachers of the bazaar Peddling their filth To the starving congregation Stagnant ideologies Deities of nouveau Pungent and lurid dogmas Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles Which constrict my hands Upon hands and knees I fall Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me I see writhing heretics Swept away in the formless swarm Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy I gaze as the crooked monolith As it descends into the morass |
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6. | Swansong of a Dying Race | 11:17 | Show lyrics |
Pyramids of steel Piercing the heavens above Great structures challenging the ground itself Stone does our bidding Not that of the Earth Unlike those before us The land is our subjugate I speak the chorus in tongues And drift between worlds Buried deep in the noise Heretical voices grip me With emaciated fingers I tear at my birthmask Screams fill the corridors As the cold air strikes my face The first breath in a lifetime Halls thick with smoke and sulphur I choke as my eyes learn to see The insipid multitudes Chasing the horizons They ignore my pleas And march onward to nothing As gold turns to dust and ash in trembling hands And rotting silver fills our lungs The house of cards tumbles And seas of paper engulf vagrant and king alike As the sky turns to maggots And the land cracks and withers I watch and crumble Stale waters rise around the babbling hordes False dreams do not keep them afloat And beneath perpetual oceans they drown The vindicating clamour Of clerics and devotees Soar high toward the welkin But no words of comfort are returned Are no quarter offered As the vast web unravels ‘neath our feet And we fall into the ages of darkness A deafening hum of vapidity Is the only soundtrack to be heard |
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50:23 |
Denouement
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Moss upon Our Ruins | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
An endless panorama Of crumbling stone Wonders and shanties alike Creep inexorably to Earth Discordant shapes Scar the skyline In contortion they beg the sky And plead mercy But none listen None hear the creaks and groans As the wood warps and splinters None see the iron rust and buckle In the damp scathing winds Sprawling trunks of spruce Ravage the jungles of glass No courtesy or contempt is extended Where indifference is king There will be no graves To mark our passing No monument to this folly No tears shall lament this scene A ballad of silence For the moss upon our ruins |
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2. | Celestial Dictatorship | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
Upon your knees The unseen shackles apparent A millstone around the neck Iron chains upon your shoulders Bind you to insidious simulacrum To doctrines unfounded I reach down to you There are no chains No shackles But our pained voices resonate Never to be heard My strength not enough To wrench pious knees from the wooden floor In unreality The prison is real The bars are as iron And the walls as concrete For the architect lives And he is you The dictator lives And his statue bears your chisel marks Self-appointed guardian Within the crumbling cerebral prison The skies within reach But they burn at the touch Light pirouettes across the stone floors Of your damp sanctuary But the eyes of the votary too weak And unwilling to see The crimes are real And the sin churns within This cell is where you belong All seeing eyes burn your flesh Deep into the night There is no relief But this is needed I am impure Yet in the oppression of iron and stone Solace is found trickling down the cold walls The skies beyond are so empty The trees and mountains so hollow and thoughtless The distances between so vast and remote The path beyond these screaming walls Is winding and overgrown Without guidance I shall lose my way Here I stay Here I want to stay Here I must stay |
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3. | Deus Vult | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
Enter the translucent spire And inhale the fragrance of oak and satin Sever the wretched rags of turmoil From mind and body alike And cover your ears for words beyond the threshold Take refuge beneath my wing of tattered skin Bestowed upon me by leaders up high And I shall shelter you from the scalding rain Hear my augury Of endless torment and sorrow And choose your path with baited breath Use my eyes to see And watch allies and friends become as serpents See the thick vines of treachery Upon which you have never laid sight Weaving grotesquely from roots ubiquitous Pour yourself into me And I shall channel your passions I shall fulfill your longings and heal the scars of old and new My prophecies are the blade And my proclamations the buckler Take arms and heed For knowledge is the foe Speak not of mortal triumph So paltry and arrogant Dust and blood at outset and end Nothing more From my tower of ivory I watch In madness they flail And with lunatic’s words they howl The final dusk comes And no thought for the morrow is taken |
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Side B | |||
4. | Detritivore | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
A swarm descends Their numbers swell The stench of decayed sunlight fills my nostrils Inhaled into lungs of steel and concrete From subterranean halls of stone Gripped by unseemly fetishes for ancient detritus I gorge upon the future I swallow ‘til choking No regrets are expressed Come with me to the pool Bury deep your face In the skies of antiquity Devour our elixir Become like me Viscous black fluid Hangs at our mouths Our muscles swell in its influence Vast prostheses Of steel and glass Burst forth from our flesh The nostrum of the colossus The nostrum of us I watch Hordes of my offspring Grotesque abstractions of form Crawling on their bellies to the dying spring Mists of frenzy descend upon the dwindling pools I have done this Colossi decay Extremities rust in dereliction A tumultuous hysteria of anguish echoes upon these stone walls As they are alone and mortal Bloodshed and death is all they shall know |
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5. | When Paradigms Supplant Gods | 10:56 | Show lyrics |
As we awaken And the thoughts of spirits and daemons Fade from our retinas And the gods up high fall from function We arise alone Our eyelids burn in the darkness Not yet ready to open And reap what was once sown On that day in the endless blackness When gods are remodeled into paradigms With adze I must carve And disfigure the deity into the zeitgeist Mutilated and disowned The fallen gods of old lose favour Paradigms are hewn from the ashes of gods Unquestioned and omnipresent With calloused hands I heap axiom upon axiom My feet sink deep into the mire But unrelenting I am As the edifice surges skyward Stand back and gaze at our wonder A contorted tapestry of taboo A monolith of unquestionable questions As lichen consumes the crumbling miscreation Its beginnings fade from memory And it towers as the wind and the stars Bow before our orthodoxy Merchants of snake oil Within temples of aeons past Now preachers of the bazaar Peddling their filth To the starving congregation Stagnant ideologies Deities of nouveau Pungent and lurid dogmas Blind my infantile eyes from the sinewy manacles Which constrict my hands Upon hands and knees I fall Becoming one with the sea of rats that surrounds me I see writhing heretics Swept away in the formless swarm Engulfed in the mass and the frenzy I gaze as the crooked monolith As it descends into the morass |
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6. | Swansong of a Dying Race | 11:17 | Show lyrics |
Pyramids of steel Piercing the heavens above Great structures challenging the ground itself Stone does our bidding Not that of the Earth Unlike those before us The land is our subjugate I speak the chorus in tongues And drift between worlds Buried deep in the noise Heretical voices grip me With emaciated fingers I tear at my birthmask Screams fill the corridors As the cold air strikes my face The first breath in a lifetime Halls thick with smoke and sulphur I choke as my eyes learn to see The insipid multitudes Chasing the horizons They ignore my pleas And march onward to nothing As gold turns to dust and ash in trembling hands And rotting silver fills our lungs The house of cards tumbles And seas of paper engulf vagrant and king alike As the sky turns to maggots And the land cracks and withers I watch and crumble Stale waters rise around the babbling hordes False dreams do not keep them afloat And beneath perpetual oceans they drown The vindicating clamour Of clerics and devotees Soar high toward the welkin But no words of comfort are returned Are no quarter offered As the vast web unravels ‘neath our feet And we fall into the ages of darkness A deafening hum of vapidity Is the only soundtrack to be heard |
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50:23 |
Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
Members | |
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Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Forebode | 01:03 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Tongue of the Demagogue | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony |
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3. | Under the Wretched Sun of Hattin | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood Encroacher No sky or lord may bind In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sun |
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4. | Elegy of Ruin | 00:36 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Headless Serpent | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
A beast approaches In this winding labyrinth The walls moist with echoes My blade finds no deathblow No weakness is apparent A battle so futile From each wound pours a sea of serpents No head to this nemesis No end to this struggle An endless ouroborus Feeding upon its own demise |
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6. | A Sheath of Deceit | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Hands drenched in blood and viscera Yet none sleep sounder I breathe poison And scribble falseness Incantations are weaved I follow, mesmerised Symbology sears your lips closed As all the waters are stirred The tumult; a maelstrom Meaning lost to a writhing deceit Eyes seared closed All is as I say |
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7. | Elegy of Staves | 00:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | A Malthusian Epoch | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
A skyline of turmoil Screams reach high Over hills of iron More falls from your lips The words concentrate and shatter Their naked falsity apparent The bones of your shoulders grind upon mine In the dust we drown Teeth into flesh Find naught but gristle and jaws Numbers dare not speak our name |
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9. | As Paupers Safeguard Magnates | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
A father and child in delirium Vomit wrenched from the infant’s gullet Smeared across the stone floor As penance and sacrifice The pauper’s emaciated form With hollow eyes Gazes to the bastion With toxic words He is bathed in gold Bones are buried beneath satin Bread and meat are left to rot In ritual catatonia Carry my burdens of dreams and longings Watch in ecstasy The procession of retrogrades To the waiting of grinding teeth Starving bowels Cast aside the feast And burn for the semen of magnates |
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10. | Created Sick, Commanded to Be Well | 10:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | The Last King | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
Within the sunken palace The throne stands steadfast Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections Its form twisted and unrecognisable But its power undiminished Emaciated forms Sowing the seeds of madness Obsolete and infantile The sceptre tarnished and worthless A disease of strength I am legion I wrench the guts from this writhing hall With the lungs of fire I exhale And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber Meaningless symbols are unto dust The insect exposed The vestige of our infancy None mourn All that is you is forgotten |
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59:22 |
Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork, Photography |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Forebode | 01:03 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Tongue of the Demagogue | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony |
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3. | Under the Wretched Sun of Hattin | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood Encroacher No sky or lord may bind In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sun |
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4. | Elegy of Ruin | 00:36 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Headless Serpent | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
A beast approaches In this winding labyrinth The walls moist with echoes My blade finds no deathblow No weakness is apparent A battle so futile From each wound pours a sea of serpents No head to this nemesis No end to this struggle An endless ouroborus Feeding upon its own demise |
|||
6. | A Sheath of Deceit | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Hands drenched in blood and viscera Yet none sleep sounder I breathe poison And scribble falseness Incantations are weaved I follow, mesmerised Symbology sears your lips closed As all the waters are stirred The tumult; a maelstrom Meaning lost to a writhing deceit Eyes seared closed All is as I say |
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7. | Elegy of Staves | 00:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | A Malthusian Epoch | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
A skyline of turmoil Screams reach high Over hills of iron More falls from your lips The words concentrate and shatter Their naked falsity apparent The bones of your shoulders grind upon mine In the dust we drown Teeth into flesh Find naught but gristle and jaws Numbers dare not speak our name |
|||
9. | As Paupers Safeguard Magnates | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
A father and child in delirium Vomit wrenched from the infant’s gullet Smeared across the stone floor As penance and sacrifice The pauper’s emaciated form With hollow eyes Gazes to the bastion With toxic words He is bathed in gold Bones are buried beneath satin Bread and meat are left to rot In ritual catatonia Carry my burdens of dreams and longings Watch in ecstasy The procession of retrogrades To the waiting of grinding teeth Starving bowels Cast aside the feast And burn for the semen of magnates |
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10. | Created Sick, Commanded to Be Well | 10:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | The Last King | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
Within the sunken palace The throne stands steadfast Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections Its form twisted and unrecognisable But its power undiminished Emaciated forms Sowing the seeds of madness Obsolete and infantile The sceptre tarnished and worthless A disease of strength I am legion I wrench the guts from this writhing hall With the lungs of fire I exhale And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber Meaningless symbols are unto dust The insect exposed The vestige of our infancy None mourn All that is you is forgotten |
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59:22 |
Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork, Photography |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
1. | Forebode | 01:03 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Tongue of the Demagogue | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony |
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3. | Under the Wretched Sun of Hattin | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood Encroacher No sky or lord may bind In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sun |
|||
4. | Elegy of Ruin | 00:36 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Headless Serpent | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
A beast approaches In this winding labyrinth The walls moist with echoes My blade finds no deathblow No weakness is apparent A battle so futile From each wound pours a sea of serpents No head to this nemesis No end to this struggle An endless ouroborus Feeding upon its own demise |
|||
6. | A Sheath of Deceit | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Hands drenched in blood and viscera Yet none sleep sounder I breathe poison And scribble falseness Incantations are weaved I follow, mesmerised Symbology sears your lips closed As all the waters are stirred The tumult; a maelstrom Meaning lost to a writhing deceit Eyes seared closed All is as I say |
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7. | Elegy of Staves | 00:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | A Malthusian Epoch | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
A skyline of turmoil Screams reach high Over hills of iron More falls from your lips The words concentrate and shatter Their naked falsity apparent The bones of your shoulders grind upon mine In the dust we drown Teeth into flesh Find naught but gristle and jaws Numbers dare not speak our name |
|||
9. | As Paupers Safeguard Magnates | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
A father and child in delirium Vomit wrenched from the infant’s gullet Smeared across the stone floor As penance and sacrifice The pauper’s emaciated form With hollow eyes Gazes to the bastion With toxic words He is bathed in gold Bones are buried beneath satin Bread and meat are left to rot In ritual catatonia Carry my burdens of dreams and longings Watch in ecstasy The procession of retrogrades To the waiting of grinding teeth Starving bowels Cast aside the feast And burn for the semen of magnates |
|||
10. | Created Sick, Commanded to Be Well | 10:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | The Last King | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
Within the sunken palace The throne stands steadfast Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections Its form twisted and unrecognisable But its power undiminished Emaciated forms Sowing the seeds of madness Obsolete and infantile The sceptre tarnished and worthless A disease of strength I am legion I wrench the guts from this writhing hall With the lungs of fire I exhale And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber Meaningless symbols are unto dust The insect exposed The vestige of our infancy None mourn All that is you is forgotten |
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59:22 |
Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork, Photography |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Forebode | 01:03 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Tongue of the Demagogue | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony |
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3. | Under the Wretched Sun of Hattin | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood Encroacher No sky or lord may bind In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sun |
|||
4. | Elegy of Ruin | 00:36 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Headless Serpent | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
A beast approaches In this winding labyrinth The walls moist with echoes My blade finds no deathblow No weakness is apparent A battle so futile From each wound pours a sea of serpents No head to this nemesis No end to this struggle An endless ouroborus Feeding upon its own demise |
|||
6. | A Sheath of Deceit | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Hands drenched in blood and viscera Yet none sleep sounder I breathe poison And scribble falseness Incantations are weaved I follow, mesmerised Symbology sears your lips closed As all the waters are stirred The tumult; a maelstrom Meaning lost to a writhing deceit Eyes seared closed All is as I say |
|||
7. | Elegy of Staves | 00:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | A Malthusian Epoch | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
A skyline of turmoil Screams reach high Over hills of iron More falls from your lips The words concentrate and shatter Their naked falsity apparent The bones of your shoulders grind upon mine In the dust we drown Teeth into flesh Find naught but gristle and jaws Numbers dare not speak our name |
|||
Side B | |||
9. | As Paupers Safeguard Magnates | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
A father and child in delirium Vomit wrenched from the infant’s gullet Smeared across the stone floor As penance and sacrifice The pauper’s emaciated form With hollow eyes Gazes to the bastion With toxic words He is bathed in gold Bones are buried beneath satin Bread and meat are left to rot In ritual catatonia Carry my burdens of dreams and longings Watch in ecstasy The procession of retrogrades To the waiting of grinding teeth Starving bowels Cast aside the feast And burn for the semen of magnates |
|||
10. | Created Sick, Commanded to Be Well | 10:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | The Last King | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
Within the sunken palace The throne stands steadfast Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections Its form twisted and unrecognisable But its power undiminished Emaciated forms Sowing the seeds of madness Obsolete and infantile The sceptre tarnished and worthless A disease of strength I am legion I wrench the guts from this writhing hall With the lungs of fire I exhale And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber Meaningless symbols are unto dust The insect exposed The vestige of our infancy None mourn All that is you is forgotten |
|||
59:22 |
Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Kristina Gentvainytė | Artwork, Photography |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Forebode | 01:03 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Tongue of the Demagogue | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
Thriving in this fertile miasma My pores moistened with entropic pestilence Humid yet inert Potent and directionless Awaken With venom laced words I channel and evoke images Within the vessels of my cause Hapless and misguided With tales of interlopers and thieves Of injustice and forgotten pride They fall at my feet My power swells Fists of tarnished iron are forged To beat down upon the mark Senses lost to swirling choler In ritual I pass on my seeds of acrimony |
|||
3. | Under the Wretched Sun of Hattin | 07:44 | Show lyrics |
Ancient verses Of nomads and wanderers Burned upon my tongue And as acid in my blood Encroacher No sky or lord may bind In disgusting envy Home becomes alien The kiss of dust hath blessed this land Stricken and listless In this ocean of warring leviathans In bitter malaise Books become swords And false promises are tarnished armour Words of the foolish dead Rise up as babbling kin In their midst I am Where millennia are as one Jaded and formless in deafening vitriol Entrenched by the fires of our past With only visions of endless storms They shall burn beneath my wretched sun |
|||
Side B | |||
4. | The Headless Serpent | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
A beast approaches In this winding labyrinth The walls moist with echoes My blade finds no deathblow No weakness is apparent A battle so futile From each wound pours a sea of serpents No head to this nemesis No end to this struggle An endless ouroborus Feeding upon its own demise |
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5. | A Sheath of Deceit | 03:23 | Show lyrics |
Hands drenched in blood and viscera Yet none sleep sounder I breathe poison And scribble falseness Incantations are weaved I follow, mesmerised Symbology sears your lips closed As all the waters are stirred The tumult; a maelstrom Meaning lost to a writhing deceit Eyes seared closed All is as I say |
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6. | Elegy of Staves | 00:23 | instrumental |
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1. | A Malthusian Epoch | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
A skyline of turmoil Screams reach high Over hills of iron More falls from your lips The words concentrate and shatter Their naked falsity apparent The bones of your shoulders grind upon mine In the dust we drown Teeth into flesh Find naught but gristle and jaws Numbers dare not speak our name |
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2. | Elegy of Ruin | 00:36 | instrumental |
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3. | As Paupers Safeguard Magnates | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
A father and child in delirium Vomit wrenched from the infant’s gullet Smeared across the stone floor As penance and sacrifice The pauper’s emaciated form With hollow eyes Gazes to the bastion With toxic words He is bathed in gold Bones are buried beneath satin Bread and meat are left to rot In ritual catatonia Carry my burdens of dreams and longings Watch in ecstasy The procession of retrogrades To the waiting of grinding teeth Starving bowels Cast aside the feast And burn for the semen of magnates |
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4. | Created Sick, Commanded to Be Well | 10:28 | instrumental |
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5. | The Last King | 08:16 | Show lyrics |
Within the sunken palace The throne stands steadfast Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections Its form twisted and unrecognisable But its power undiminished Emaciated forms Sowing the seeds of madness Obsolete and infantile The sceptre tarnished and worthless A disease of strength I am legion I wrench the guts from this writhing hall With the lungs of fire I exhale And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber Meaningless symbols are unto dust The insect exposed The vestige of our infancy None mourn All that is you is forgotten |
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34:00 |
Antikatastaseis
Members | |
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Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
T. Häkkinen | Drums |
Glomor | Vocals (additional) (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Industrie Chimère Noire | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am the Alpha and the Omega | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As ancient stone I am Here I stand for evermore From high I gaze at this world so frail And ignore its false pleas For it is as I Eternal No paltry action can quake this titan Hewn from might above Before these gates to higher forms I marvel at such intricacy With myself at its center For all which is here is made And all which occurs is decided The kiss of rain Falling from the skies Flowing down my face to the shambling ground Pools grow beneath my feet Betwixt the crops of stone and Earth Yet the droplets see no wonder In the majesty of their order None proclaim their divinity As they grasp the rock so tight Floods and fire see my end Birthed into this realization Yet flesh rots And bone dissolves Before dogma yields its ugly head I see folly and failing No longer distant whimpers But eviscerating howls Tearing at my eyes and face But I am Alpha I am Alpha and Omega How do I crumble away? This was to be the death of another Not mine |
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2. | The Cornucopian | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
A trembling sea of bulbs and blossoms Flowering from dirt From each, tenfold more burst And tenfold more from all again Hear my decree Let perpetua guide and rule Look around you And marvel at the unwritten emergence These words I take And hold close to my sunken chest In comfort I babble my creed Yet lost I am In the labyrinthine present I gaze not into the shrieking caverns of coming time |
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3. | Veil of Transcendence | 11:30 | Show lyrics |
From chaos I am forged Within me a churning maelstrom Unimaginable in scale I walk within endless halls In suffocating cold On the horizon I behold a pantheon A speck of light against the sprawling darkness Immense yet fragile A structure with no shape Each facet is me My gaze widens Spiralling threads intertwine and unravel With no beginning nor end Stretching off to infinity both before and behind me And in all directions above and below Winding helices and gnarled nexuses Conjoined to countless Ablaze with searing entropy, they burn my eyes With pulsing tones they scream unlistenable melodies Each point of light so meaningless Each tone so trite and drudging Yet I am awash in a cascade Of words, ideals and laws I am bathed in the pale glow Of whirring thoughts and longings In majesty I weep For one moment Emerging from the howling cold A silent clarity I reach out to touch the reflection But in an instant it shatters Churning illusion sweeps me away I am tempered in ancient twilight My face bears the scars of colliding worlds And my bones echo the dying roars of archaic stars |
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4. | Telomeric Erosion | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
With catatonic eyes And impetuous spirit We gaze starward While the wolves of old Ravage our homesteads While quicksand devours Our steadfast stance Legs of flesh strain to hold aloft The ill conceived colossus Chiselled so haphazardly from heroes and idols Bones crack and buckle Beneath the crushing weight Of a yokesworth ambitions piled high I run With brittle fingers I claw for the horizon Untiring death follow The Earth cracks beneath my fumbling gait Our gazes meet as bodies wither Indifference is my only courtesy This death is final For I am all How I lament and revel Within the romance of my decay As ideals and endeavors become as ashes Swept aloft in the faltering winds Dreams of the stars And intoxicating immortality Draped like a veil so threadbare Obscuring a death we share Beneath this distant sky In the twilight of our time The fading light and dulcet tones As the shadows grow long And the stars dim All that was made is unmade All that was discovered is swept in to obscurity All that I have been falls from recollection And all that is ceases to be |
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5. | A Causal Landscape | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
I am tethered to all And all to me With each movement, a cascade of consequence Propagating about the epicenter In chaos so amorphous I watch these cast chains Tear apart the innocent Drive sane men to madness Rip trees from the Earth and erode the land Yet it is us who paint the faces of villains On the shifting sands Laplace’s demon does baulk To writhe in helicoidal futility Ignorant of that beyond We are complacent In our end |
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6. | Chrysalis | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
In black and white I navigate this journey With right and wrong upon my back In black and white I choose my path With good and evil on my lips In black and white I forge ahead With truth and lies as my guides In black and white I find kinship With sanity and madness lighting my way Never faltering Never wavering In black and white I pass my rite With sanctity and heresy at my flanks In black and white I become myself With otherness and mutuality at my hand The erstwhile truth Fading slowly beyond sight The path obstructed From the chrysalis I emerge Into this world of grey |
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7. | Delere Auctorem Rerum ut Universum Infinitum Noscas | 11:47 | Show lyrics |
In my infancy I walked the forest paths My footprints trod the virgin snow As I was mauled by unending blizzards Blind and alone With knees and elbows Nails, teeth and viscera I made my way Beset by storms Through screaming chasms I ventured Into the winding caves I chased warmth The atrium opened before me Revealing a palace of ice and stone Of fire, flesh and timber Alien yet familiar Halls sprawling off to endlessness Lined with talismans and amulets I struggle to walk their length But I must After each failed step I summoned another All at once I was well The cold not longer beat at my chest My back writing upward I stood tall and strong And with each golden trinket and ornament I marched faster onwards Clawing at my feet They came Tearing through splintered oaken floors I fell for eternity Dragged by sinewy fingers The skin of my face Torn off by the stone walls of the pit As I descended Screams reverberated in the deep The Earth crumbled under my fall Dust revealed my destination This place Where men are conjured by cheap incantations Where all questions are answered And all journeys are at an end The walls of this foul crevasse Stained with the blood of climbers Pulled apart by those who speak hollow words And tell of the nothingness beyond this place |
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58:20 |
Antikatastaseis
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
T. Häkkinen | Drums |
Glomor | Vocals (additional) (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Industrie Chimère Noire | Layout |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | I Am the Alpha and the Omega | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As ancient stone I am Here I stand for evermore From high I gaze at this world so frail And ignore its false pleas For it is as I Eternal No paltry action can quake this titan Hewn from might above Before these gates to higher forms I marvel at such intricacy With myself at its center For all which is here is made And all which occurs is decided The kiss of rain Falling from the skies Flowing down my face to the shambling ground Pools grow beneath my feet Betwixt the crops of stone and Earth Yet the droplets see no wonder In the majesty of their order None proclaim their divinity As they grasp the rock so tight Floods and fire see my end Birthed into this realization Yet flesh rots And bone dissolves Before dogma yields its ugly head I see folly and failing No longer distant whimpers But eviscerating howls Tearing at my eyes and face But I am Alpha I am Alpha and Omega How do I crumble away? This was to be the death of another Not mine |
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2. | The Cornucopian | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
A trembling sea of bulbs and blossoms Flowering from dirt From each, tenfold more burst And tenfold more from all again Hear my decree Let perpetua guide and rule Look around you And marvel at the unwritten emergence These words I take And hold close to my sunken chest In comfort I babble my creed Yet lost I am In the labyrinthine present I gaze not into the shrieking caverns of coming time |
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3. | Veil of Transcendence | 11:30 | Show lyrics |
From chaos I am forged Within me a churning maelstrom Unimaginable in scale I walk within endless halls In suffocating cold On the horizon I behold a pantheon A speck of light against the sprawling darkness Immense yet fragile A structure with no shape Each facet is me My gaze widens Spiralling threads intertwine and unravel With no beginning nor end Stretching off to infinity both before and behind me And in all directions above and below Winding helices and gnarled nexuses Conjoined to countless Ablaze with searing entropy, they burn my eyes With pulsing tones they scream unlistenable melodies Each point of light so meaningless Each tone so trite and drudging Yet I am awash in a cascade Of words, ideals and laws I am bathed in the pale glow Of whirring thoughts and longings In majesty I weep For one moment Emerging from the howling cold A silent clarity I reach out to touch the reflection But in an instant it shatters Churning illusion sweeps me away I am tempered in ancient twilight My face bears the scars of colliding worlds And my bones echo the dying roars of archaic stars |
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4. | Telomeric Erosion | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
With catatonic eyes And impetuous spirit We gaze starward While the wolves of old Ravage our homesteads While quicksand devours Our steadfast stance Legs of flesh strain to hold aloft The ill conceived colossus Chiselled so haphazardly from heroes and idols Bones crack and buckle Beneath the crushing weight Of a yokesworth ambitions piled high I run With brittle fingers I claw for the horizon Untiring death follow The Earth cracks beneath my fumbling gait Our gazes meet as bodies wither Indifference is my only courtesy This death is final For I am all How I lament and revel Within the romance of my decay As ideals and endeavors become as ashes Swept aloft in the faltering winds Dreams of the stars And intoxicating immortality Draped like a veil so threadbare Obscuring a death we share Beneath this distant sky In the twilight of our time The fading light and dulcet tones As the shadows grow long And the stars dim All that was made is unmade All that was discovered is swept in to obscurity All that I have been falls from recollection And all that is ceases to be |
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5. | A Causal Landscape | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
I am tethered to all And all to me With each movement, a cascade of consequence Propagating about the epicenter In chaos so amorphous I watch these cast chains Tear apart the innocent Drive sane men to madness Rip trees from the Earth and erode the land Yet it is us who paint the faces of villains On the shifting sands Laplace’s demon does baulk To writhe in helicoidal futility Ignorant of that beyond We are complacent In our end |
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6. | Chrysalis | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
In black and white I navigate this journey With right and wrong upon my back In black and white I choose my path With good and evil on my lips In black and white I forge ahead With truth and lies as my guides In black and white I find kinship With sanity and madness lighting my way Never faltering Never wavering In black and white I pass my rite With sanctity and heresy at my flanks In black and white I become myself With otherness and mutuality at my hand The erstwhile truth Fading slowly beyond sight The path obstructed From the chrysalis I emerge Into this world of grey |
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7. | Delere Auctorem Rerum ut Universum Infinitum Noscas | 11:47 | Show lyrics |
In my infancy I walked the forest paths My footprints trod the virgin snow As I was mauled by unending blizzards Blind and alone With knees and elbows Nails, teeth and viscera I made my way Beset by storms Through screaming chasms I ventured Into the winding caves I chased warmth The atrium opened before me Revealing a palace of ice and stone Of fire, flesh and timber Alien yet familiar Halls sprawling off to endlessness Lined with talismans and amulets I struggle to walk their length But I must After each failed step I summoned another All at once I was well The cold not longer beat at my chest My back writing upward I stood tall and strong And with each golden trinket and ornament I marched faster onwards Clawing at my feet They came Tearing through splintered oaken floors I fell for eternity Dragged by sinewy fingers The skin of my face Torn off by the stone walls of the pit As I descended Screams reverberated in the deep The Earth crumbled under my fall Dust revealed my destination This place Where men are conjured by cheap incantations Where all questions are answered And all journeys are at an end The walls of this foul crevasse Stained with the blood of climbers Pulled apart by those who speak hollow words And tell of the nothingness beyond this place |
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58:20 |
Antikatastaseis
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
T. Häkkinen | Drums |
Glomor | Vocals (additional) (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Industrie Chimère Noire | Layout |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | I Am the Alpha and the Omega | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As ancient stone I am Here I stand for evermore From high I gaze at this world so frail And ignore its false pleas For it is as I Eternal No paltry action can quake this titan Hewn from might above Before these gates to higher forms I marvel at such intricacy With myself at its center For all which is here is made And all which occurs is decided The kiss of rain Falling from the skies Flowing down my face to the shambling ground Pools grow beneath my feet Betwixt the crops of stone and Earth Yet the droplets see no wonder In the majesty of their order None proclaim their divinity As they grasp the rock so tight Floods and fire see my end Birthed into this realization Yet flesh rots And bone dissolves Before dogma yields its ugly head I see folly and failing No longer distant whimpers But eviscerating howls Tearing at my eyes and face But I am Alpha I am Alpha and Omega How do I crumble away? This was to be the death of another Not mine |
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2. | The Cornucopian | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
A trembling sea of bulbs and blossoms Flowering from dirt From each, tenfold more burst And tenfold more from all again Hear my decree Let perpetua guide and rule Look around you And marvel at the unwritten emergence These words I take And hold close to my sunken chest In comfort I babble my creed Yet lost I am In the labyrinthine present I gaze not into the shrieking caverns of coming time |
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Side B | |||
3. | Veil of Transcendence | 11:30 | Show lyrics |
From chaos I am forged Within me a churning maelstrom Unimaginable in scale I walk within endless halls In suffocating cold On the horizon I behold a pantheon A speck of light against the sprawling darkness Immense yet fragile A structure with no shape Each facet is me My gaze widens Spiralling threads intertwine and unravel With no beginning nor end Stretching off to infinity both before and behind me And in all directions above and below Winding helices and gnarled nexuses Conjoined to countless Ablaze with searing entropy, they burn my eyes With pulsing tones they scream unlistenable melodies Each point of light so meaningless Each tone so trite and drudging Yet I am awash in a cascade Of words, ideals and laws I am bathed in the pale glow Of whirring thoughts and longings In majesty I weep For one moment Emerging from the howling cold A silent clarity I reach out to touch the reflection But in an instant it shatters Churning illusion sweeps me away I am tempered in ancient twilight My face bears the scars of colliding worlds And my bones echo the dying roars of archaic stars |
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4. | Telomeric Erosion | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
With catatonic eyes And impetuous spirit We gaze starward While the wolves of old Ravage our homesteads While quicksand devours Our steadfast stance Legs of flesh strain to hold aloft The ill conceived colossus Chiselled so haphazardly from heroes and idols Bones crack and buckle Beneath the crushing weight Of a yokesworth ambitions piled high I run With brittle fingers I claw for the horizon Untiring death follow The Earth cracks beneath my fumbling gait Our gazes meet as bodies wither Indifference is my only courtesy This death is final For I am all How I lament and revel Within the romance of my decay As ideals and endeavors become as ashes Swept aloft in the faltering winds Dreams of the stars And intoxicating immortality Draped like a veil so threadbare Obscuring a death we share Beneath this distant sky In the twilight of our time The fading light and dulcet tones As the shadows grow long And the stars dim All that was made is unmade All that was discovered is swept in to obscurity All that I have been falls from recollection And all that is ceases to be |
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30:37 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Causal Landscape | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
I am tethered to all And all to me With each movement, a cascade of consequence Propagating about the epicenter In chaos so amorphous I watch these cast chains Tear apart the innocent Drive sane men to madness Rip trees from the earth and erode the land Yet it is us who paint the faces of villains On the shifting sands Laplace’s demon does baulk To writhe in helicoidal futility Ignorant of that beyond We are complacent In our end |
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2. | Chrysalis | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
In black and white I navigate this journey With right and wrong upon my back In black and white I choose my path With good and evil on my lips In black and white I forge ahead With truth and lies as my guides In black and white I find kinship With sanity and madness lighting my way Never faltering Never wavering In black and white I pass my rite With sanctity and heresy at my flanks In black and white I become myself With otherness and mutuality at my hand The erstwhile truth Fading slowly beyond sight The path obstructed From the chrysalis I emerge Into this world of grey |
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Side B | |||
3. | Delere Auctorem Rerum ut Universum Infinitum Noscas | 11:47 | Show lyrics |
In my infancy I walked the forest paths My footprints trod the virgin snow As I was mauled by unending blizzards Blind and alone With knees and elbows Nails, teeth and viscera I made my way Beset by storms Through screaming chasms I ventured Into the winding caves I chased warmth The atrium opened before me Revealing a palace of ice and stone Of fire, flesh and timber Alien yet familiar Halls sprawling off to endlessness Lined with talismans and amulets I struggle to walk their length But I must After each failed step I summoned another All at once I was well The cold not longer beat at my chest My back writing upward I stood tall and strong And with each golden trinket and ornament I marched faster onwards Clawing at my feet They came Tearing through splintered oaken floors I fell for eternity Dragged by sinewy fingers The skin of my face Torn off by the stone walls of the pit As I descended Screams reverberated in the deep The earth crumbled under my fall Dust revealed my destination This place where men are conjured by cheap incantations Where all questions are answered And all journeys are at an end The walls of this foul crevasse Stained with the blood of climbers Pulled apart by those who speak hollow words And tell of the nothingness beyond this place |
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27:43 |
Antikatastaseis
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
T. Häkkinen | Drums |
Glomor | Vocals (additional) (track 7) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Industrie Chimère Noire | Layout |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | I Am the Alpha and the Omega | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
As ancient stone I am Here I stand for evermore From high I gaze at this world so frail And ignore its false pleas For it is as I Eternal No paltry action can quake this titan Hewn from might above Before these gates to higher forms I marvel at such intricacy With myself at its center For all which is here is made And all which occurs is decided The kiss of rain Falling from the skies Flowing down my face to the shambling ground Pools grow beneath my feet Betwixt the crops of stone and Earth Yet the droplets see no wonder In the majesty of their order None proclaim their divinity As they grasp the rock so tight Floods and fire see my end Birthed into this realization Yet flesh rots And bone dissolves Before dogma yields its ugly head I see folly and failing No longer distant whimpers But eviscerating howls Tearing at my eyes and face But I am Alpha I am Alpha and Omega How do I crumble away? This was to be the death of another Not mine |
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2. | The Cornucopian | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
A trembling sea of bulbs and blossoms Flowering from dirt From each, tenfold more burst And tenfold more from all again Hear my decree Let perpetua guide and rule Look around you And marvel at the unwritten emergence These words I take And hold close to my sunken chest In comfort I babble my creed Yet lost I am In the labyrinthine present I gaze not into the shrieking caverns of coming time |
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Side B | |||
3. | Veil of Transcendence | 11:30 | Show lyrics |
From chaos I am forged Within me a churning maelstrom Unimaginable in scale I walk within endless halls In suffocating cold On the horizon I behold a pantheon A speck of light against the sprawling darkness Immense yet fragile A structure with no shape Each facet is me My gaze widens Spiralling threads intertwine and unravel With no beginning nor end Stretching off to infinity both before and behind me And in all directions above and below Winding helices and gnarled nexuses Conjoined to countless Ablaze with searing entropy, they burn my eyes With pulsing tones they scream unlistenable melodies Each point of light so meaningless Each tone so trite and drudging Yet I am awash in a cascade Of words, ideals and laws I am bathed in the pale glow Of whirring thoughts and longings In majesty I weep For one moment Emerging from the howling cold A silent clarity I reach out to touch the reflection But in an instant it shatters Churning illusion sweeps me away I am tempered in ancient twilight My face bears the scars of colliding worlds And my bones echo the dying roars of archaic stars |
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4. | Telomeric Erosion | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
With catatonic eyes And impetuous spirit We gaze starward While the wolves of old Ravage our homesteads While quicksand devours Our steadfast stance Legs of flesh strain to hold aloft The ill conceived colossus Chiselled so haphazardly from heroes and idols Bones crack and buckle Beneath the crushing weight Of a yokesworth ambitions piled high I run With brittle fingers I claw for the horizon Untiring death follow The Earth cracks beneath my fumbling gait Our gazes meet as bodies wither Indifference is my only courtesy This death is final For I am all How I lament and revel Within the romance of my decay As ideals and endeavors become as ashes Swept aloft in the faltering winds Dreams of the stars And intoxicating immortality Draped like a veil so threadbare Obscuring a death we share Beneath this distant sky In the twilight of our time The fading light and dulcet tones As the shadows grow long And the stars dim All that was made is unmade All that was discovered is swept in to obscurity All that I have been falls from recollection And all that is ceases to be |
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30:37 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | A Causal Landscape | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
I am tethered to all And all to me With each movement, a cascade of consequence Propagating about the epicenter In chaos so amorphous I watch these cast chains Tear apart the innocent Drive sane men to madness Rip trees from the earth and erode the land Yet it is us who paint the faces of villains On the shifting sands Laplace’s demon does baulk To writhe in helicoidal futility Ignorant of that beyond We are complacent In our end |
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2. | Chrysalis | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
In black and white I navigate this journey With right and wrong upon my back In black and white I choose my path With good and evil on my lips In black and white I forge ahead With truth and lies as my guides In black and white I find kinship With sanity and madness lighting my way Never faltering Never wavering In black and white I pass my rite With sanctity and heresy at my flanks In black and white I become myself With otherness and mutuality at my hand The erstwhile truth Fading slowly beyond sight The path obstructed From the chrysalis I emerge Into this world of grey |
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Side B | |||
3. | Delere Auctorem Rerum ut Universum Infinitum Noscas | 11:47 | Show lyrics |
In my infancy I walked the forest paths My footprints trod the virgin snow As I was mauled by unending blizzards Blind and alone With knees and elbows Nails, teeth and viscera I made my way Beset by storms Through screaming chasms I ventured Into the winding caves I chased warmth The atrium opened before me Revealing a palace of ice and stone Of fire, flesh and timber Alien yet familiar Halls sprawling off to endlessness Lined with talismans and amulets I struggle to walk their length But I must After each failed step I summoned another All at once I was well The cold not longer beat at my chest My back writing upward I stood tall and strong And with each golden trinket and ornament I marched faster onwards Clawing at my feet They came Tearing through splintered oaken floors I fell for eternity Dragged by sinewy fingers The skin of my face Torn off by the stone walls of the pit As I descended Screams reverberated in the deep The earth crumbled under my fall Dust revealed my destination This place where men are conjured by cheap incantations Where all questions are answered And all journeys are at an end The walls of this foul crevasse Stained with the blood of climbers Pulled apart by those who speak hollow words And tell of the nothingness beyond this place |
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27:43 |
Apanthropinization
Members | |
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Band members | |
Abyssal | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Carcinoma | |
D. Couch | Drums |
S. Waldron | Vocals, Bass |
S. Dean | Vocals, Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
R.S. | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Chinner | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Carcinoma - Silent Master | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Open vessel, horrors arise Worm of the void Split their path, tear down the altar Toxic fire Cold in the lies of obedience Submerged in the mire of deception I never knew that nothingness could be so close |
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2. | Carcinoma - Marching Legions | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Endless rats consuming life Endoparasite! Endless rats Voluntary endoparasite! Through the light, consuming life Endoparasite! Mourning inside its vision Deducted and replaced Legion! Sodomite of servitude, vicious whore Violent aberration, destructive hibernator Unearthed abomination, a numinous mass Reveal, filth These grand destroyers Nuclear armageddon Purify our skeletons in cold silenc |
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3. | Carcinoma - Servile Performance | 01:04 | Show lyrics |
Abolished memory Horrific progression Trapped and hiding Shattered from the world Driven as herds and erased Can you see? Repetitive and molesting. Remove this host Prevailing loathing Polluting visions The illusion Voices of abhorrent masters Pre-visual, failure |
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4. | Carcinoma - A Light to Pierce the Void | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
I demand sight, I demand sight! Averted minds stay blind, to teeth that open throats Master of nothing, slave dancer Burning temples held high, ending deceit woven with life As I converse with flame, and employ a claim to an empty kingdom Destroy the ramparts, destroy the ramparts! |
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5. | Abyssal - Enantiodromia | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Expanses unfurl Disinterested and barren Chattering jaws and hollow shapes Encased in flesh and sinew Impulses and churning change Come forth Ushered by shadowy forms Vestiges of dead iterations Inward Commune and learn Within this pantheon Slung from the rafters I see you descent Into the fumbling blackness But I can see beyond you Beneath A pale visage in the gloom The eyelids open And I am entranced and petrified Vile beasts and daemons emerge Unspeakable in their grotesqueness I am torn to pieces By their writhing onslaught |
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6. | Abyssal - Sinews Weave Vicissitudes | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
Swirling subhuman sludge Adorned in withered grace Tongues without lexica And tomes without spines From the gallery Gazes aghast in painted decrepitude Marking crosses with dactyl And stigmata of inked blood Glossolalia in discourse Churning from encompassing depths Ears and eyes are slaves to burn Knees are shattered to genuflect Skin begs for the whip Whispers of vengeance Gargled through slit throats |
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7. | Abyssal - Chaos Anthropomorphism | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
O come and behold our new Lucifer His face adorned with topaz and silver Marvel at the mutual grotesquery That I forge from strewn filth and jewels My trembling hands hone the spear‘s point A shambling staff so blunt and dull Riposte with ease from his shuffling gait And cleave with conviction Avert your gaze as the adversary crumbles He is assured worthy and true Pay no heed to manifested shapes Diversions and distractions At the last you grapple And our bond is set in iron Virtue glistens with weak light Caterwauls fall short in still air Yet ecstasy exudes in turn This glow will fade in time As it must and always does From the viscera, a risen antagonist To carve and shape and build afresh And accept our howling voice and failing strength |
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8. | Abyssal - Veins of Satiation | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Shimmering heaps Of gold and pearl Spanning hither meager plains A bloated form Lost in the valley And in the mind of glimmering eyes “This is my birthright” The blue pursed lips cachinnate Stained hands Grasp at the swollen wherewithal And rub the grotesque paunch Grinding to jagged dust That tears the flesh Illness in me Wounds ooze and teeth gnaw Glorious on the palette The path spawns disease But steps stray naught Veins are satiated Cruel famines of glut An internal Dolchstoss To deconstruct and impel And leave the void within |
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36:35 |
Apanthropinization
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Abyssal | |
G.D.C. | All instruments, Vocals |
Carcinoma | |
D. Couch | Drums |
S. Waldron | Vocals, Bass |
S. Dean | Vocals, Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
R.S. | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
A. Chinner | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Carcinoma - Silent Master | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Open vessel, horrors arise Worm of the void Split their path, tear down the altar Toxic fire Cold in the lies of obedience Submerged in the mire of deception I never knew that nothingness could be so close |
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2. | Carcinoma - Marching Legions | 03:26 | Show lyrics |
Endless rats consuming life Endoparasite! Endless rats Voluntary endoparasite! Through the light, consuming life Endoparasite! Mourning inside its vision Deducted and replaced Legion! Sodomite of servitude, vicious whore Violent aberration, destructive hibernator Unearthed abomination, a numinous mass Reveal, filth These grand destroyers Nuclear armageddon Purify our skeletons in cold silenc |
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3. | Carcinoma - Servile Performance | 01:04 | Show lyrics |
Abolished memory Horrific progression Trapped and hiding Shattered from the world Driven as herds and erased Can you see? Repetitive and molesting. Remove this host Prevailing loathing Polluting visions The illusion Voices of abhorrent masters Pre-visual, failure |
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4. | Carcinoma - A Light to Pierce the Void | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
I demand sight, I demand sight! Averted minds stay blind, to teeth that open throats Master of nothing, slave dancer Burning temples held high, ending deceit woven with life As I converse with flame, and employ a claim to an empty kingdom Destroy the ramparts, destroy the ramparts! |
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5. | Abyssal - Enantiodromia | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Expanses unfurl Disinterested and barren Chattering jaws and hollow shapes Encased in flesh and sinew Impulses and churning change Come forth Ushered by shadowy forms Vestiges of dead iterations Inward Commune and learn Within this pantheon Slung from the rafters I see you descent Into the fumbling blackness But I can see beyond you Beneath A pale visage in the gloom The eyelids open And I am entranced and petrified Vile beasts and daemons emerge Unspeakable in their grotesqueness I am torn to pieces By their writhing onslaught |
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6. | Abyssal - Sinews Weave Vicissitudes | 04:39 | Show lyrics |
Swirling subhuman sludge Adorned in withered grace Tongues without lexica And tomes without spines From the gallery Gazes aghast in painted decrepitude Marking crosses with dactyl And stigmata of inked blood Glossolalia in discourse Churning from encompassing depths Ears and eyes are slaves to burn Knees are shattered to genuflect Skin begs for the whip Whispers of vengeance Gargled through slit throats |
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7. | Abyssal - Chaos Anthropomorphism | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
O come and behold our new Lucifer His face adorned with topaz and silver Marvel at the mutual grotesquery That I forge from strewn filth and jewels My trembling hands hone the spear‘s point A shambling staff so blunt and dull Riposte with ease from his shuffling gait And cleave with conviction Avert your gaze as the adversary crumbles He is assured worthy and true Pay no heed to manifested shapes Diversions and distractions At the last you grapple And our bond is set in iron Virtue glistens with weak light Caterwauls fall short in still air Yet ecstasy exudes in turn This glow will fade in time As it must and always does From the viscera, a risen antagonist To carve and shape and build afresh And accept our howling voice and failing strength |
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8. | Abyssal - Veins of Satiation | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Shimmering heaps Of gold and pearl Spanning hither meager plains A bloated form Lost in the valley And in the mind of glimmering eyes “This is my birthright” The blue pursed lips cachinnate Stained hands Grasp at the swollen wherewithal And rub the grotesque paunch Grinding to jagged dust That tears the flesh Illness in me Wounds ooze and teeth gnaw Glorious on the palette The path spawns disease But steps stray naught Veins are satiated Cruel famines of glut An internal Dolchstoss To deconstruct and impel And leave the void within |
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36:35 |
A Beacon in the Husk
Members | |
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Band members | |
G.D.C. | Guitars, Bass, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
A. Micklewright | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Artwork |
Chimère Noire | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Dialogue | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Does man require a transcendent purpose? One that is divorced from the coldness of reason? Must such a purpose be present within the soul of man in order to stave off decay and complacency and galvanise the spirit? I take my birthright amid the enormous mechanisms of man’s creation, which rationally interpret and interrogate the cold and dead earth. With these vast engines man scrapes away at mystery and superstition, inexorably unearthing the bedrock of objective truth which underpins all. Yet to turn this machinery inward and and interrogate the conscious essence of the human being is to wrangle with a problem of near infinite complexity. A tapestry of delicate facts that are the whim of endless variables. Can mere quantification of facts and phenomena grant grandeur to the mind and sate the spirit? To stand before a cliff face and to know the location of each and every crop and ledge does not by its mere knowledge allow a man to climb to the summit with ease. Yet to traverse the infinite problem of being, are we told that the bedrock of cold facts is sufficient for orientation? That a man with one hundred facts at hand is better equipped than a man with fifty? Is objectivity therefore an ultimate end to strive for? Or is a fumbling and abstract force equally potent to quench and inspire the soul of man, around which we may rally without understanding the finer intricacies of our actions? Would a man driven by well-meaning but false and heuristic principles forge a life less effectual than one who follows only undiluted total truth? Furthermore, are such false principles and abstract mistruths simply immature glimpses of higher orders of objective truth? Truths that are yet to be fathomed and thrall to prediction? If, with infinite resource, we could determine the variance of things and plot a course through each action with precise, atomic deliberation, would illusion and mistruth be eliminated from the psyche of man? Or, conversely, would these mistruths and false principles remain effective forces in managing the inertia of man in a way that is more beguiling than the cold and blunt truth of the earth? Must we therefore concede that the untrue can be tolerated in some capacity? Must we drape the veil of illusion over our eyes in order to reap the rich crop that this illusion might allow to attain? This is the deepest quandary that has torn at my spirit, like the flail to the back of a slave. O, how I remember when sweet certainty embraced my fragile form and cocooned me from the unyielding tides. I remember. |
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2. | I - Recollection: Shapes upon the Retina | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
In euphoria I glide through the hall of my being. Dancing drapes of satin and silk caress my face as I proceed. Resplendent in purple and maroon. Perfume fills the air and colours dance on the eyes. In this realm I am calm, for all that is unknown, no matter how complex, must inevitably find its answer. And with each answer I find comfort, for each bout of arithmetic or conceptualisation forges a new and virgin monad - indivisible and indelible - hewn from pure and eternal stone. I stack the stones with joy in my soul, pausing only to admire the towering monolith, central in the hall, and intoxicating in its scale. Within the hall burning flames appear periodically, but, contained in brass fire pits, they do not draw my gaze. Their orange glow is not to my taste. They are merely formalities that burn due to vestigial primitivism or await their inevitable extinguishing when time allows our focus to be drawn to them. In time all will be doused, and with their sweet smoke we shall revel in our mastery of the treasures of this universe. But my smile for some time has been forced in this place. Smouldering embers, once trivialities, catch my eye. For so long I resist their beckoning crackles. “They are but tokens of my own immaturity, my own fallibility. Do not be drawn to them.” I babbled the words to myself time and time again, but this facade could not be sustained. Through the billowing drapes I regarded a fire pit, larger than the others, heaped high with scorched wood. A great pyre once burned here. Gazing upon this heap of ash, my mind became alight with hitherto unasked questions. What was the justification for extinguishing this pyre? Why must a fire which once burned with immense intensity be reduced to ash and dust? My mind writhed in confusion and wrestled against all it once knew. Even in my most distracted moments, I always understood that fire possessed something primal and circadian. As such, why would such a colossal flame be snuffed from existence, rather than be allowed to illuminate the spirits of men? I reach out and touch the smoking dust. My senses sharpen. The air is tainted. The walls of this vast hall, once finished in rich marble, now vomit forth decay. What is this? Flames dance upon my eyes, and movements churn behind this veil. |
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3. | I - Recollection: Awakening / Metamorphosis | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
The flickering environs of my perfumed sanctuary melt away to toxic sludge. Rusted bulkheads and twisted valves pierce through my flesh. Corroded eyes weep with lead. Floating scents of old are now as sulphur and vomit. The face is now gaunt and furrowed. My pleas are insincere, yet if they were to be heard, it is all too apparent that this foul metamorphosis cannot be halted. The floor of this perfumed hall - my own perfumed hall - collapses from beneath me, and through torn skies my vestige plummets. Marble and diamond erode to silt before me. And here I find myself. Untethered and adrift in this endless space. I stand before myself. Your taste is bitter, your face pained. I watch you die. I hear you rot. Deafening. From the corpse spring maggots, each resplendent in their own livery. Like mirrors they reflect me, but instead of a single form, I am instantiated in multiple permutations. Each permutation mangled through an alien conceptual lens. This is where those who came before spoke of. Those men who, during my intoxicate stupor, were written off as mere prototypes and forerunners. Those whose thoughts we had long superseded with the cold hammers of objective truth. Those who built the great fire pits, only to have their flames untended and extinguished in obsolescence. This is the place they sought to traverse. To plot a path across this endless chasm. I still hear their echoing howls demented and frantic. Is this an awakening? Or is this the rumination of a mind in decay? The answer does not come to me, and I drift between worlds. |
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4. | II - Discernment: The Cloister Beneath the Grime | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
I tumble into the yawning void, with naught ahead or behind. IN distant warmth I recollect that perfumed eternity in the hall of my outward wonderment. “How is it that all of this, this whole glorious journey towards the glowing and adorned future, has been for nil?” My cracked lips utter. In languid recollection, reveries return me to my most infantile and formative reflections. Deep within my being, there remains an innermost place. A humble cloister, unchanged and ancient in humility, where, in my beginnings, I laid the groundwork for my very self. This place is where I once retreated in my truest infancy to meditate on the most cold and stoic foundational rocks of this land, long before I laboured in the hall and heaped stone with calloused hands. Its foundations stretch deep into a rocky outcrop, surrounded on all sides by shifting sands, and standing defiantly against the churning skies of filth. My ragged form falls into its central piazza, kicking up dust upon its arrival. My strained eyes gazed in nostalgic elation upon this long forgotten place, but only a shelf of what once was remained. The arches and pillars of this place once glistened in weathered quaintness, but are now gilded with shadow and notched by the ravages of time. The cloister stands as before, fined around its perimeter by stone rooms, each reverberating with memory and struggle, but the stone is now eroded and stained. In each room, just as I recall, a wooden chest stands. It was within these chests that I laid with affection the most static and sacred axioms of this world. But the locks are now broken, the keepsakes, scrolls and trinkets long gone. “Why must this be so? Were our intentions not noble? Why must these ancient tomes crumble before my eyes?” The cloister’s garden, shambling and alive with fertility, in which I cut my teeth nurturing the frail plants and stalks, now wilts before me. The soil dries and cracks, revealing glimpses of the great void beneath where the stalwart foundation once stood. It is apparent now that the rock upon which I built this place was naught but smoke. Mirage and illusion. In time, the the columns and walls of this place, the gardens and paving, the rooms and passages, will all slide away inexorably, and disappear beneath. It is with tears in my eyes that I howl at the boiling sky, “I refuse to leave this place! I must never abandon it to the swirling maelstroms, lest I myself will cease to be!” “If I must move each and every stone of this place with my own hands, traverse across these shifting sands to find a true rock, a true foundation, and rebuild this place from its bedrock, then I will do it, and nothing shall shake me from this path!” And in my resolution, I return outward, to confront the freezing void. |
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5. | II - Discernment: Khyphotic Suzerains | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
I drift from visions. The void within which I languish remained vast, but now seemed navigable. I discern a structure, enormous in scale. Just on the cusp of my perceptions, but within reach. With impetuous spirit, I claw toward its distant silhouette. It is a temple of all that was. Imperfect in its construction, but robust, and equipped to weather the endless storms beyond. Its ceiling stretching off above me to dizzying heights… Wind and storm howl at the entrance, and I am forced to take shelter. At its centre, the fools eat hearty, from suppers of glazed meat and wax fruit. Beheld as still life, but empty within. Aggrandizement the sole nutrient, and ritual in place of satiety. Their garbs, luminescent in gold and diamond, hid their forms from my sight. Yet I sense them. At their core, a nebulous lust radiates. Khyphotic and swollen, their disdainful forms hunch over the table. For seeming eons, I watched their tapestry race skyward, adorned with stammering words. Decreed in mangled tongues, the fools declared their suzerainty of this ancient place. Unearned misunderstood, their crowns of tin shone in empty eyes. Delirious in mania, their feasts would adjourn with all principles and elements, and all that was great and true, heaped in the pestle and mortar. With glee, they would grind the contents to powder and silt, before strewing to the still air. I witnessed them take up arms to hammer at the foot of the columns that buttress the great stone roof above. In shrieking psychosis, their hooded forms smashed and chipped for endless hours, until exhaustion stayed their hammers. |
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6. | II - Discernment: The Triumph of Fools | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
It was I who screamed until hoarse and exhausted, who pleaded with the fools - that they know not what they do. That all that shields us from the scalding rain beyond is the roof of this place you seek to demolish. My raised voice echoed endlessly, but was heard by none. In my apoplexy, shuffling forms at my periphery grab my attention. I turn my head to a wing of the temple that I had yet to see, or perhaps had yet to manifest within this vision. Terror gripped me, and for the first time in my paltry and wretched humanity, I began to grasp this place, and why it stood here with such ancient purpose. Before me, I beheld the perfumed halls, not just a single chamber, but many each with their own distinctive idol at their centre, and each with their own accompaniment of zealous priors engaged busily in construction. The halls, as I saw them, were mere antechambers to this temple, each linked to this place by a constellation of passageways. The temple’s stalwart roof sheltered them too from the unending storms. Yet each hall spat forth fools. Fools who would amble blindly into the sprawling nave, and who would lose themselves in the orgy. Each would eat the, and hammer impetuously at the base of the columns without compunction, and without cognizance that the tumbling roof would inevitably crush all beneath. What drew these fools to tear with nails and teeth at the womb which sustained them? Were they truly beings of ill will and orgiastic masochism? Or, tragically, were they instead fully-rounded individuals with justification, rationale and deliberation in their actions? Is it not after all true that each human possesses the tools to invoke unimaginable grotesquery, or to be a shimmering light to the world, and all possibilities between, and that the fine dividing those domains is oscillatory, nebulous and unarticulated? In an instant, I am pulled from my reverie, as their robes fall from their bodies, revealing their form. And I see that all are me. |
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7. | III - Descent: We Who Beheld the Fall of Axioms | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Was I a fool not to see that the humble cloister of my own psyche was simply a facet of this vast temple? That this place, inhabited by the infinite and ancient dead, is merely an extrapolation, a continuation, an elaboration of the structures within my own depths? The very structures which I rely upon to articulate, arrange and coordinate my path within this world. The walls of this place, ancient, and built not by men, but by the aggregation of action, ritual and symbology. Formalities and liturgies that predate the law, the word and man himself. Was I a fool not to see that the flames which filled the brass pits, which we so zealously sought to extinguish, were not intended to draw our gaze to them? That instead these flames were set alight to illuminate the structure, to draw light to its form. Fumbling and gestural attempts to describe its unfathomable nature. Flickering in their verbiage, shining light upon but a tiny fragment of the encapsulating shapes and forms. And in an instant, upon the lips of earth I felt her calm. In bellows of soothing disarray, all was unchanged in penitence. It was this which was divine. From the torn womb of my mind came forth a new entity, dripping in lustrous ugliness to my eyes. Beyond the walls of this temple, the churning filth, the screaming void, the endless black, it calls to me. “If these walls should crumble to dust, will I behold an agent of change? A beacon of reordering?” But my strained howling reverberate off the creeping black before me. “You damned fools! You charlatans and opportunists! This will be our fate!” The voice now raised and ireful, for this was always here, clawing blindly at the cusps and peripheries of our haphazard sanctuary. But time is now short; axioms tuble as rafters and vaulting. Walls of stone crack and dissolve. Aghast I regard, as the temple crumbles to the ground. |
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8. | III - Descent: A Beacon in the Husk | 08:05 | Show lyrics |
I stand naked and alone in the spiralling storms. My feet find support on fallen stone. How I would long to be a beacon in the husk of this world, to rally the cause of man by example. To rebuild the cloister upon firm ground and tend its shambling gardens. To nurture the flames, buttress the walls and curate the spirit of man by all available means. But I am weak. I am flawed. And now, in the smouldering remnants of this temple, and the screeching laughter of the fools, I feel my animus transform, and all the foulest of phenomena effervesce from my skin, with the ease and inevitability that a would exudes blood. A beacon in the husk of man indeed, but not a beacon of illumination. I grasp at my phallus and paint my seed upon this ferrous world. A fitting tribute to such finality. The howling voices of previous augurs, they scream out to none, for death is all that listens. And in death’s arid embrace I find ecstasy. No jury lurks in the rafters of the sky to meter the penance for these crimes. I am the sole arbiter. The last of you. Bittersweet ruminations paint my mind with colours of thirst. I yearn for a fitting sentence, envisaged for former kin, to balance the scales and cap the wake. I burn to see the totality of what was man, gathered as one and heaped high as grain. Young upon old. Frail and strong. Piled high to the welkin. In my mind I stand before this wall of flesh and howling duress. In the anguish I bathe. In the failure I revel. The searing fireballs that dance before my closed eyes are now more than weatherbeaten reverie. To me they call out their dire siren songs. O, how I long to pluck each one, like ripened fruit from a bough, and place each upon a city of man. I lust to fathom this unravelling, to rise above all, to witness the grandest of scales, and to perceive the subtlest minutia all as one, like the fabled godheads of man’s tales. To breathe the suffering into my lungs, and, as so many before, to become the end of all times. |
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9. | Soliloquy | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
I lay my eggs in the rotten meant of man, but none shall know my offspring. | |||
57:53 |
A Beacon in the Husk
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
G.D.C. | Guitars, Bass, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
A. Micklewright | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Artwork |
Chimère Noire | Design |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Dialogue | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Does man require a transcendent purpose? One that is divorced from the coldness of reason? Must such a purpose be present within the soul of man in order to stave off decay and complacency and galvanise the spirit? I take my birthright amid the enormous mechanisms of man’s creation, which rationally interpret and interrogate the cold and dead earth. With these vast engines man scrapes away at mystery and superstition, inexorably unearthing the bedrock of objective truth which underpins all. Yet to turn this machinery inward and and interrogate the conscious essence of the human being is to wrangle with a problem of near infinite complexity. A tapestry of delicate facts that are the whim of endless variables. Can mere quantification of facts and phenomena grant grandeur to the mind and sate the spirit? To stand before a cliff face and to know the location of each and every crop and ledge does not by its mere knowledge allow a man to climb to the summit with ease. Yet to traverse the infinite problem of being, are we told that the bedrock of cold facts is sufficient for orientation? That a man with one hundred facts at hand is better equipped than a man with fifty? Is objectivity therefore an ultimate end to strive for? Or is a fumbling and abstract force equally potent to quench and inspire the soul of man, around which we may rally without understanding the finer intricacies of our actions? Would a man driven by well-meaning but false and heuristic principles forge a life less effectual than one who follows only undiluted total truth? Furthermore, are such false principles and abstract mistruths simply immature glimpses of higher orders of objective truth? Truths that are yet to be fathomed and thrall to prediction? If, with infinite resource, we could determine the variance of things and plot a course through each action with precise, atomic deliberation, would illusion and mistruth be eliminated from the psyche of man? Or, conversely, would these mistruths and false principles remain effective forces in managing the inertia of man in a way that is more beguiling than the cold and blunt truth of the earth? Must we therefore concede that the untrue can be tolerated in some capacity? Must we drape the veil of illusion over our eyes in order to reap the rich crop that this illusion might allow to attain? This is the deepest quandary that has torn at my spirit, like the flail to the back of a slave. O, how I remember when sweet certainty embraced my fragile form and cocooned me from the unyielding tides. I remember. |
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Side B | |||
2. | I - Recollection: Shapes upon the Retina | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
In euphoria I glide through the hall of my being. Dancing drapes of satin and silk caress my face as I proceed. Resplendent in purple and maroon. Perfume fills the air and colours dance on the eyes. In this realm I am calm, for all that is unknown, no matter how complex, must inevitably find its answer. And with each answer I find comfort, for each bout of arithmetic or conceptualisation forges a new and virgin monad - indivisible and indelible - hewn from pure and eternal stone. I stack the stones with joy in my soul, pausing only to admire the towering monolith, central in the hall, and intoxicating in its scale. Within the hall burning flames appear periodically, but, contained in brass fire pits, they do not draw my gaze. Their orange glow is not to my taste. They are merely formalities that burn due to vestigial primitivism or await their inevitable extinguishing when time allows our focus to be drawn to them. In time all will be doused, and with their sweet smoke we shall revel in our mastery of the treasures of this universe. But my smile for some time has been forced in this place. Smouldering embers, once trivialities, catch my eye. For so long I resist their beckoning crackles. “They are but tokens of my own immaturity, my own fallibility. Do not be drawn to them.” I babbled the words to myself time and time again, but this facade could not be sustained. Through the billowing drapes I regarded a fire pit, larger than the others, heaped high with scorched wood. A great pyre once burned here. Gazing upon this heap of ash, my mind became alight with hitherto unasked questions. What was the justification for extinguishing this pyre? Why must a fire which once burned with immense intensity be reduced to ash and dust? My mind writhed in confusion and wrestled against all it once knew. Even in my most distracted moments, I always understood that fire possessed something primal and circadian. As such, why would such a colossal flame be snuffed from existence, rather than be allowed to illuminate the spirits of men? I reach out and touch the smoking dust. My senses sharpen. The air is tainted. The walls of this vast hall, once finished in rich marble, now vomit forth decay. What is this? Flames dance upon my eyes, and movements churn behind this veil. |
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3. | I - Recollection: Awakening / Metamorphosis | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
The flickering environs of my perfumed sanctuary melt away to toxic sludge. Rusted bulkheads and twisted valves pierce through my flesh. Corroded eyes weep with lead. Floating scents of old are now as sulphur and vomit. The face is now gaunt and furrowed. My pleas are insincere, yet if they were to be heard, it is all too apparent that this foul metamorphosis cannot be halted. The floor of this perfumed hall - my own perfumed hall - collapses from beneath me, and through torn skies my vestige plummets. Marble and diamond erode to silt before me. And here I find myself. Untethered and adrift in this endless space. I stand before myself. Your taste is bitter, your face pained. I watch you die. I hear you rot. Deafening. From the corpse spring maggots, each resplendent in their own livery. Like mirrors they reflect me, but instead of a single form, I am instantiated in multiple permutations. Each permutation mangled through an alien conceptual lens. This is where those who came before spoke of. Those men who, during my intoxicate stupor, were written off as mere prototypes and forerunners. Those whose thoughts we had long superseded with the cold hammers of objective truth. Those who built the great fire pits, only to have their flames untended and extinguished in obsolescence. This is the place they sought to traverse. To plot a path across this endless chasm. I still hear their echoing howls demented and frantic. Is this an awakening? Or is this the rumination of a mind in decay? The answer does not come to me, and I drift between worlds. |
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22:13 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | II - Discernment: The Cloister Beneath the Grime | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
I tumble into the yawning void, with naught ahead or behind. IN distant warmth I recollect that perfumed eternity in the hall of my outward wonderment. “How is it that all of this, this whole glorious journey towards the glowing and adorned future, has been for nil?” My cracked lips utter. In languid recollection, reveries return me to my most infantile and formative reflections. Deep within my being, there remains an innermost place. A humble cloister, unchanged and ancient in humility, where, in my beginnings, I laid the groundwork for my very self. This place is where I once retreated in my truest infancy to meditate on the most cold and stoic foundational rocks of this land, long before I laboured in the hall and heaped stone with calloused hands. Its foundations stretch deep into a rocky outcrop, surrounded on all sides by shifting sands, and standing defiantly against the churning skies of filth. My ragged form falls into its central piazza, kicking up dust upon its arrival. My strained eyes gazed in nostalgic elation upon this long forgotten place, but only a shelf of what once was remained. The arches and pillars of this place once glistened in weathered quaintness, but are now gilded with shadow and notched by the ravages of time. The cloister stands as before, fined around its perimeter by stone rooms, each reverberating with memory and struggle, but the stone is now eroded and stained. In each room, just as I recall, a wooden chest stands. It was within these chests that I laid with affection the most static and sacred axioms of this world. But the locks are now broken, the keepsakes, scrolls and trinkets long gone. “Why must this be so? Were our intentions not noble? Why must these ancient tomes crumble before my eyes?” The cloister’s garden, shambling and alive with fertility, in which I cut my teeth nurturing the frail plants and stalks, now wilts before me. The soil dries and cracks, revealing glimpses of the great void beneath where the stalwart foundation once stood. It is apparent now that the rock upon which I built this place was naught but smoke. Mirage and illusion. In time, the the columns and walls of this place, the gardens and paving, the rooms and passages, will all slide away inexorably, and disappear beneath. It is with tears in my eyes that I howl at the boiling sky, “I refuse to leave this place! I must never abandon it to the swirling maelstroms, lest I myself will cease to be!” “If I must move each and every stone of this place with my own hands, traverse across these shifting sands to find a true rock, a true foundation, and rebuild this place from its bedrock, then I will do it, and nothing shall shake me from this path!” And in my resolution, I return outward, to confront the freezing void. |
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2. | II - Discernment: Khyphotic Suzerains | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
I drift from visions. The void within which I languish remained vast, but now seemed navigable. I discern a structure, enormous in scale. Just on the cusp of my perceptions, but within reach. With impetuous spirit, I claw toward its distant silhouette. It is a temple of all that was. Imperfect in its construction, but robust, and equipped to weather the endless storms beyond. Its ceiling stretching off above me to dizzying heights… Wind and storm howl at the entrance, and I am forced to take shelter. At its centre, the fools eat hearty, from suppers of glazed meat and wax fruit. Beheld as still life, but empty within. Aggrandizement the sole nutrient, and ritual in place of satiety. Their garbs, luminescent in gold and diamond, hid their forms from my sight. Yet I sense them. At their core, a nebulous lust radiates. Khyphotic and swollen, their disdainful forms hunch over the table. For seeming eons, I watched their tapestry race skyward, adorned with stammering words. Decreed in mangled tongues, the fools declared their suzerainty of this ancient place. Unearned misunderstood, their crowns of tin shone in empty eyes. Delirious in mania, their feasts would adjourn with all principles and elements, and all that was great and true, heaped in the pestle and mortar. With glee, they would grind the contents to powder and silt, before strewing to the still air. I witnessed them take up arms to hammer at the foot of the columns that buttress the great stone roof above. In shrieking psychosis, their hooded forms smashed and chipped for endless hours, until exhaustion stayed their hammers. |
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3. | II - Discernment: The Triumph of Fools | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
It was I who screamed until hoarse and exhausted, who pleaded with the fools - that they know not what they do. That all that shields us from the scalding rain beyond is the roof of this place you seek to demolish. My raised voice echoed endlessly, but was heard by none. In my apoplexy, shuffling forms at my periphery grab my attention. I turn my head to a wing of the temple that I had yet to see, or perhaps had yet to manifest within this vision. Terror gripped me, and for the first time in my paltry and wretched humanity, I began to grasp this place, and why it stood here with such ancient purpose. Before me, I beheld the perfumed halls, not just a single chamber, but many each with their own distinctive idol at their centre, and each with their own accompaniment of zealous priors engaged busily in construction. The halls, as I saw them, were mere antechambers to this temple, each linked to this place by a constellation of passageways. The temple’s stalwart roof sheltered them too from the unending storms. Yet each hall spat forth fools. Fools who would amble blindly into the sprawling nave, and who would lose themselves in the orgy. Each would eat the, and hammer impetuously at the base of the columns without compunction, and without cognizance that the tumbling roof would inevitably crush all beneath. What drew these fools to tear with nails and teeth at the womb which sustained them? Were they truly beings of ill will and orgiastic masochism? Or, tragically, were they instead fully-rounded individuals with justification, rationale and deliberation in their actions? Is it not after all true that each human possesses the tools to invoke unimaginable grotesquery, or to be a shimmering light to the world, and all possibilities between, and that the fine dividing those domains is oscillatory, nebulous and unarticulated? In an instant, I am pulled from my reverie, as their robes fall from their bodies, revealing their form. And I see that all are me. |
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4. | III - Descent: We Who Beheld the Fall of Axioms | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Was I a fool not to see that the humble cloister of my own psyche was simply a facet of this vast temple? That this place, inhabited by the infinite and ancient dead, is merely an extrapolation, a continuation, an elaboration of the structures within my own depths? The very structures which I rely upon to articulate, arrange and coordinate my path within this world. The walls of this place, ancient, and built not by men, but by the aggregation of action, ritual and symbology. Formalities and liturgies that predate the law, the word and man himself. Was I a fool not to see that the flames which filled the brass pits, which we so zealously sought to extinguish, were not intended to draw our gaze to them? That instead these flames were set alight to illuminate the structure, to draw light to its form. Fumbling and gestural attempts to describe its unfathomable nature. Flickering in their verbiage, shining light upon but a tiny fragment of the encapsulating shapes and forms. And in an instant, upon the lips of earth I felt her calm. In bellows of soothing disarray, all was unchanged in penitence. It was this which was divine. From the torn womb of my mind came forth a new entity, dripping in lustrous ugliness to my eyes. Beyond the walls of this temple, the churning filth, the screaming void, the endless black, it calls to me. “If these walls should crumble to dust, will I behold an agent of change? A beacon of reordering?” But my strained howling reverberate off the creeping black before me. “You damned fools! You charlatans and opportunists! This will be our fate!” The voice now raised and ireful, for this was always here, clawing blindly at the cusps and peripheries of our haphazard sanctuary. But time is now short; axioms tuble as rafters and vaulting. Walls of stone crack and dissolve. Aghast I regard, as the temple crumbles to the ground. |
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5. | III - Descent: A Beacon in the Husk | 08:05 | Show lyrics |
I stand naked and alone in the spiralling storms. My feet find support on fallen stone. How I would long to be a beacon in the husk of this world, to rally the cause of man by example. To rebuild the cloister upon firm ground and tend its shambling gardens. To nurture the flames, buttress the walls and curate the spirit of man by all available means. But I am weak. I am flawed. And now, in the smouldering remnants of this temple, and the screeching laughter of the fools, I feel my animus transform, and all the foulest of phenomena effervesce from my skin, with the ease and inevitability that a would exudes blood. A beacon in the husk of man indeed, but not a beacon of illumination. I grasp at my phallus and paint my seed upon this ferrous world. A fitting tribute to such finality. The howling voices of previous augurs, they scream out to none, for death is all that listens. And in death’s arid embrace I find ecstasy. No jury lurks in the rafters of the sky to meter the penance for these crimes. I am the sole arbiter. The last of you. Bittersweet ruminations paint my mind with colours of thirst. I yearn for a fitting sentence, envisaged for former kin, to balance the scales and cap the wake. I burn to see the totality of what was man, gathered as one and heaped high as grain. Young upon old. Frail and strong. Piled high to the welkin. In my mind I stand before this wall of flesh and howling duress. In the anguish I bathe. In the failure I revel. The searing fireballs that dance before my closed eyes are now more than weatherbeaten reverie. To me they call out their dire siren songs. O, how I long to pluck each one, like ripened fruit from a bough, and place each upon a city of man. I lust to fathom this unravelling, to rise above all, to witness the grandest of scales, and to perceive the subtlest minutia all as one, like the fabled godheads of man’s tales. To breathe the suffering into my lungs, and, as so many before, to become the end of all times. |
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6. | Soliloquy | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
I lay my eggs in the rotten meant of man, but none shall know my offspring. | |||
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A Beacon in the Husk
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G.D.C. | Guitars, Bass, Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
A. Micklewright | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Artwork |
Chimère Noire | Design |
G.D.C. | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Dialogue | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Does man require a transcendent purpose? One that is divorced from the coldness of reason? Must such a purpose be present within the soul of man in order to stave off decay and complacency and galvanise the spirit? I take my birthright amid the enormous mechanisms of man’s creation, which rationally interpret and interrogate the cold and dead earth. With these vast engines man scrapes away at mystery and superstition, inexorably unearthing the bedrock of objective truth which underpins all. Yet to turn this machinery inward and and interrogate the conscious essence of the human being is to wrangle with a problem of near infinite complexity. A tapestry of delicate facts that are the whim of endless variables. Can mere quantification of facts and phenomena grant grandeur to the mind and sate the spirit? To stand before a cliff face and to know the location of each and every crop and ledge does not by its mere knowledge allow a man to climb to the summit with ease. Yet to traverse the infinite problem of being, are we told that the bedrock of cold facts is sufficient for orientation? That a man with one hundred facts at hand is better equipped than a man with fifty? Is objectivity therefore an ultimate end to strive for? Or is a fumbling and abstract force equally potent to quench and inspire the soul of man, around which we may rally without understanding the finer intricacies of our actions? Would a man driven by well-meaning but false and heuristic principles forge a life less effectual than one who follows only undiluted total truth? Furthermore, are such false principles and abstract mistruths simply immature glimpses of higher orders of objective truth? Truths that are yet to be fathomed and thrall to prediction? If, with infinite resource, we could determine the variance of things and plot a course through each action with precise, atomic deliberation, would illusion and mistruth be eliminated from the psyche of man? Or, conversely, would these mistruths and false principles remain effective forces in managing the inertia of man in a way that is more beguiling than the cold and blunt truth of the earth? Must we therefore concede that the untrue can be tolerated in some capacity? Must we drape the veil of illusion over our eyes in order to reap the rich crop that this illusion might allow to attain? This is the deepest quandary that has torn at my spirit, like the flail to the back of a slave. O, how I remember when sweet certainty embraced my fragile form and cocooned me from the unyielding tides. I remember. |
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2. | I - Recollection: Shapes upon the Retina | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
In euphoria I glide through the hall of my being. Dancing drapes of satin and silk caress my face as I proceed. Resplendent in purple and maroon. Perfume fills the air and colours dance on the eyes. In this realm I am calm, for all that is unknown, no matter how complex, must inevitably find its answer. And with each answer I find comfort, for each bout of arithmetic or conceptualisation forges a new and virgin monad - indivisible and indelible - hewn from pure and eternal stone. I stack the stones with joy in my soul, pausing only to admire the towering monolith, central in the hall, and intoxicating in its scale. Within the hall burning flames appear periodically, but, contained in brass fire pits, they do not draw my gaze. Their orange glow is not to my taste. They are merely formalities that burn due to vestigial primitivism or await their inevitable extinguishing when time allows our focus to be drawn to them. In time all will be doused, and with their sweet smoke we shall revel in our mastery of the treasures of this universe. But my smile for some time has been forced in this place. Smouldering embers, once trivialities, catch my eye. For so long I resist their beckoning crackles. “They are but tokens of my own immaturity, my own fallibility. Do not be drawn to them.” I babbled the words to myself time and time again, but this facade could not be sustained. Through the billowing drapes I regarded a fire pit, larger than the others, heaped high with scorched wood. A great pyre once burned here. Gazing upon this heap of ash, my mind became alight with hitherto unasked questions. What was the justification for extinguishing this pyre? Why must a fire which once burned with immense intensity be reduced to ash and dust? My mind writhed in confusion and wrestled against all it once knew. Even in my most distracted moments, I always understood that fire possessed something primal and circadian. As such, why would such a colossal flame be snuffed from existence, rather than be allowed to illuminate the spirits of men? I reach out and touch the smoking dust. My senses sharpen. The air is tainted. The walls of this vast hall, once finished in rich marble, now vomit forth decay. What is this? Flames dance upon my eyes, and movements churn behind this veil. |
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3. | I - Recollection: Awakening / Metamorphosis | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
The flickering environs of my perfumed sanctuary melt away to toxic sludge. Rusted bulkheads and twisted valves pierce through my flesh. Corroded eyes weep with lead. Floating scents of old are now as sulphur and vomit. The face is now gaunt and furrowed. My pleas are insincere, yet if they were to be heard, it is all too apparent that this foul metamorphosis cannot be halted. The floor of this perfumed hall - my own perfumed hall - collapses from beneath me, and through torn skies my vestige plummets. Marble and diamond erode to silt before me. And here I find myself. Untethered and adrift in this endless space. I stand before myself. Your taste is bitter, your face pained. I watch you die. I hear you rot. Deafening. From the corpse spring maggots, each resplendent in their own livery. Like mirrors they reflect me, but instead of a single form, I am instantiated in multiple permutations. Each permutation mangled through an alien conceptual lens. This is where those who came before spoke of. Those men who, during my intoxicate stupor, were written off as mere prototypes and forerunners. Those whose thoughts we had long superseded with the cold hammers of objective truth. Those who built the great fire pits, only to have their flames untended and extinguished in obsolescence. This is the place they sought to traverse. To plot a path across this endless chasm. I still hear their echoing howls demented and frantic. Is this an awakening? Or is this the rumination of a mind in decay? The answer does not come to me, and I drift between worlds. |
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4. | II - Discernment: The Cloister Beneath the Grime | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
I tumble into the yawning void, with naught ahead or behind. IN distant warmth I recollect that perfumed eternity in the hall of my outward wonderment. “How is it that all of this, this whole glorious journey towards the glowing and adorned future, has been for nil?” My cracked lips utter. In languid recollection, reveries return me to my most infantile and formative reflections. Deep within my being, there remains an innermost place. A humble cloister, unchanged and ancient in humility, where, in my beginnings, I laid the groundwork for my very self. This place is where I once retreated in my truest infancy to meditate on the most cold and stoic foundational rocks of this land, long before I laboured in the hall and heaped stone with calloused hands. Its foundations stretch deep into a rocky outcrop, surrounded on all sides by shifting sands, and standing defiantly against the churning skies of filth. My ragged form falls into its central piazza, kicking up dust upon its arrival. My strained eyes gazed in nostalgic elation upon this long forgotten place, but only a shelf of what once was remained. The arches and pillars of this place once glistened in weathered quaintness, but are now gilded with shadow and notched by the ravages of time. The cloister stands as before, fined around its perimeter by stone rooms, each reverberating with memory and struggle, but the stone is now eroded and stained. In each room, just as I recall, a wooden chest stands. It was within these chests that I laid with affection the most static and sacred axioms of this world. But the locks are now broken, the keepsakes, scrolls and trinkets long gone. “Why must this be so? Were our intentions not noble? Why must these ancient tomes crumble before my eyes?” The cloister’s garden, shambling and alive with fertility, in which I cut my teeth nurturing the frail plants and stalks, now wilts before me. The soil dries and cracks, revealing glimpses of the great void beneath where the stalwart foundation once stood. It is apparent now that the rock upon which I built this place was naught but smoke. Mirage and illusion. In time, the the columns and walls of this place, the gardens and paving, the rooms and passages, will all slide away inexorably, and disappear beneath. It is with tears in my eyes that I howl at the boiling sky, “I refuse to leave this place! I must never abandon it to the swirling maelstroms, lest I myself will cease to be!” “If I must move each and every stone of this place with my own hands, traverse across these shifting sands to find a true rock, a true foundation, and rebuild this place from its bedrock, then I will do it, and nothing shall shake me from this path!” And in my resolution, I return outward, to confront the freezing void. |
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5. | II - Discernment: Khyphotic Suzerains | 08:51 | Show lyrics |
I drift from visions. The void within which I languish remained vast, but now seemed navigable. I discern a structure, enormous in scale. Just on the cusp of my perceptions, but within reach. With impetuous spirit, I claw toward its distant silhouette. It is a temple of all that was. Imperfect in its construction, but robust, and equipped to weather the endless storms beyond. Its ceiling stretching off above me to dizzying heights… Wind and storm howl at the entrance, and I am forced to take shelter. At its centre, the fools eat hearty, from suppers of glazed meat and wax fruit. Beheld as still life, but empty within. Aggrandizement the sole nutrient, and ritual in place of satiety. Their garbs, luminescent in gold and diamond, hid their forms from my sight. Yet I sense them. At their core, a nebulous lust radiates. Khyphotic and swollen, their disdainful forms hunch over the table. For seeming eons, I watched their tapestry race skyward, adorned with stammering words. Decreed in mangled tongues, the fools declared their suzerainty of this ancient place. Unearned misunderstood, their crowns of tin shone in empty eyes. Delirious in mania, their feasts would adjourn with all principles and elements, and all that was great and true, heaped in the pestle and mortar. With glee, they would grind the contents to powder and silt, before strewing to the still air. I witnessed them take up arms to hammer at the foot of the columns that buttress the great stone roof above. In shrieking psychosis, their hooded forms smashed and chipped for endless hours, until exhaustion stayed their hammers. |
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6. | II - Discernment: The Triumph of Fools | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
It was I who screamed until hoarse and exhausted, who pleaded with the fools - that they know not what they do. That all that shields us from the scalding rain beyond is the roof of this place you seek to demolish. My raised voice echoed endlessly, but was heard by none. In my apoplexy, shuffling forms at my periphery grab my attention. I turn my head to a wing of the temple that I had yet to see, or perhaps had yet to manifest within this vision. Terror gripped me, and for the first time in my paltry and wretched humanity, I began to grasp this place, and why it stood here with such ancient purpose. Before me, I beheld the perfumed halls, not just a single chamber, but many each with their own distinctive idol at their centre, and each with their own accompaniment of zealous priors engaged busily in construction. The halls, as I saw them, were mere antechambers to this temple, each linked to this place by a constellation of passageways. The temple’s stalwart roof sheltered them too from the unending storms. Yet each hall spat forth fools. Fools who would amble blindly into the sprawling nave, and who would lose themselves in the orgy. Each would eat the, and hammer impetuously at the base of the columns without compunction, and without cognizance that the tumbling roof would inevitably crush all beneath. What drew these fools to tear with nails and teeth at the womb which sustained them? Were they truly beings of ill will and orgiastic masochism? Or, tragically, were they instead fully-rounded individuals with justification, rationale and deliberation in their actions? Is it not after all true that each human possesses the tools to invoke unimaginable grotesquery, or to be a shimmering light to the world, and all possibilities between, and that the fine dividing those domains is oscillatory, nebulous and unarticulated? In an instant, I am pulled from my reverie, as their robes fall from their bodies, revealing their form. And I see that all are me. |
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7. | III - Descent: We Who Beheld the Fall of Axioms | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Was I a fool not to see that the humble cloister of my own psyche was simply a facet of this vast temple? That this place, inhabited by the infinite and ancient dead, is merely an extrapolation, a continuation, an elaboration of the structures within my own depths? The very structures which I rely upon to articulate, arrange and coordinate my path within this world. The walls of this place, ancient, and built not by men, but by the aggregation of action, ritual and symbology. Formalities and liturgies that predate the law, the word and man himself. Was I a fool not to see that the flames which filled the brass pits, which we so zealously sought to extinguish, were not intended to draw our gaze to them? That instead these flames were set alight to illuminate the structure, to draw light to its form. Fumbling and gestural attempts to describe its unfathomable nature. Flickering in their verbiage, shining light upon but a tiny fragment of the encapsulating shapes and forms. And in an instant, upon the lips of earth I felt her calm. In bellows of soothing disarray, all was unchanged in penitence. It was this which was divine. From the torn womb of my mind came forth a new entity, dripping in lustrous ugliness to my eyes. Beyond the walls of this temple, the churning filth, the screaming void, the endless black, it calls to me. “If these walls should crumble to dust, will I behold an agent of change? A beacon of reordering?” But my strained howling reverberate off the creeping black before me. “You damned fools! You charlatans and opportunists! This will be our fate!” The voice now raised and ireful, for this was always here, clawing blindly at the cusps and peripheries of our haphazard sanctuary. But time is now short; axioms tuble as rafters and vaulting. Walls of stone crack and dissolve. Aghast I regard, as the temple crumbles to the ground. |
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8. | III - Descent: A Beacon in the Husk | 08:05 | Show lyrics |
I stand naked and alone in the spiralling storms. My feet find support on fallen stone. How I would long to be a beacon in the husk of this world, to rally the cause of man by example. To rebuild the cloister upon firm ground and tend its shambling gardens. To nurture the flames, buttress the walls and curate the spirit of man by all available means. But I am weak. I am flawed. And now, in the smouldering remnants of this temple, and the screeching laughter of the fools, I feel my animus transform, and all the foulest of phenomena effervesce from my skin, with the ease and inevitability that a would exudes blood. A beacon in the husk of man indeed, but not a beacon of illumination. I grasp at my phallus and paint my seed upon this ferrous world. A fitting tribute to such finality. The howling voices of previous augurs, they scream out to none, for death is all that listens. And in death’s arid embrace I find ecstasy. No jury lurks in the rafters of the sky to meter the penance for these crimes. I am the sole arbiter. The last of you. Bittersweet ruminations paint my mind with colours of thirst. I yearn for a fitting sentence, envisaged for former kin, to balance the scales and cap the wake. I burn to see the totality of what was man, gathered as one and heaped high as grain. Young upon old. Frail and strong. Piled high to the welkin. In my mind I stand before this wall of flesh and howling duress. In the anguish I bathe. In the failure I revel. The searing fireballs that dance before my closed eyes are now more than weatherbeaten reverie. To me they call out their dire siren songs. O, how I long to pluck each one, like ripened fruit from a bough, and place each upon a city of man. I lust to fathom this unravelling, to rise above all, to witness the grandest of scales, and to perceive the subtlest minutia all as one, like the fabled godheads of man’s tales. To breathe the suffering into my lungs, and, as so many before, to become the end of all times. |
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9. | Soliloquy | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
I lay my eggs in the rotten meant of man, but none shall know my offspring. | |||
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