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Spectral Lore
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Ayloss | All instruments (2005-present) |
Member(bands): Divine Element, Mystras, A Compendium of Curiosities, Ontrothon, Saga of the Ancient Glass, Warbled Arma, Devathorn (live), Dødsferd (live) |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | I | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
2 | II | Full-length | 2007 | Show album |
3 | Underjordiska / Spectral Lore | Split | 2008 | Show album |
4 | Sentinel | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
5 | Spectral Lore / Locust Leaves | Split | 2012 | Show album |
6 | Sol | Split | 2013 | Show album |
7 | III | Full-length | 2014 | Show album |
8 | The Quivering Lights | Split | 2014 | Show album |
9 | Voyager | EP | 2015 | Show album |
10 | Gnosis | EP | 2015 | Show album |
11 | Fossils | EP | 2016 | Show album |
12 | Helian | Split | 2018 | Show album |
13 | No Excuses for Fascist Sympathy (Book of Sand Cover) | Single | 2019 | Show album |
14 | Wanderers: Astrology of the Nine | Split | 2020 | Show album |
I
Album versions
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2006 | Saturnine Society | SS 003 | Cassette | Limited edition |
2006 | Independent | CD | CD-R, Limited edition | |
November 2008 | Temple of Torturous | ToT002 | CD | Digipak |
May 4th, 2015 | Mysterion | MYR 001 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
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Band members | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Bernhard Strasser | Layout |
Margus Mets | Mastering |
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Side A | |||
1. | Layers of Conception | 05:36 | |
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2. | The Drowning | 03:56 | |
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3. | Echoes of a Long Dead and Forgotten Place | 13:44 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | The Descent | 03:33 | |
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5. | Sigma Receptor | 08:03 | |
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6. | The Cleansing Rain / Morningrise in the Eternal Fields | 08:17 | |
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7. | Exodus | 03:30 | |
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46:39 |
II
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2007 | Independent | CD | CD-R in special wooden box edition | |
2007 | Saturnine Society | SS 005 | Cassette | Limited edition |
March 28th, 2010 | Temple of Torturous | ToT006 | CD | Reissue, Limited edition, Hand-made digipak |
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Ayloss | All instruments |
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Benjamin A. Vierling | Artwork on rerelease |
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1. | Introitus | 01:51 | |
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2. | The Thorns That Guide My Warpath | 24:42 | |
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3. | Towards the Great Crossroad | 08:46 | |
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4. | Leaving the Stars Far Behind | 03:08 | |
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5. | The Drone’s Journey, Recoiling Beneath the Waves | 11:04 | |
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6. | Through an Infinite Dreamscape | 06:50 | |
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7. | To Wither in Silence and Dismay | 13:19 | |
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8. | Where Nature Will Not Ever Yield to Man | 07:29 | |
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Underjordiska / Spectral Lore
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
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1. | Underjordiska - Part I (Descent) | 31:39 | |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Part II (Ascent) | 36:14 | |
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Sentinel
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 20th, 2012 | Stellar Auditorium Productions | AUD006 | CD | Limited edition |
2016 | Arcane Angels | AAR 13-003 | Cassette |
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Ayloss | All instruments |
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Ayloss | Producer |
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1. | All Devouring Earth | 10:10 | Show lyrics |
The birth comes from within the bowels of existence It erupts out of its host by vessels of blood, without reciprocity, unbeknownst of gratitude. How could he who offers himself not desire to pull you back into the womb? "Where is your heart? You give your heart to each thing in turn. Carrying, you do not carry it... You destroy your heart on earth" "I am the river in which the life-force of every being flows. I cannot provide sustenance unless I quench my own thirst." «Come forth knife to be stained with blood come forth cross my path» The Great Mouth of the world is gaping A red veil that covers the stone is its tongue. It speaks that we are one, eternally perplexed Divided ephemerally for the sweet anticipation of reunion. Look into the black abyss and see a threshold. Join the abode of the dead as the supreme service. With fear and awe they rule with an iron hand. in italic: Nahua Poetry |
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2. | The Dejection of Arjuna | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
"Seeing these my own people, arrayed for battle, my limbs collapse and my mouth is parched. I do not see any good in slaying them nor I desire victory, kingdom, or pleasures. Although these, with a consciousness clouded with greed see no guilt in the destruction of the family why should not we have the wisdom to draw back, O Jardana?" "That which really is, cannot go out of existence, just as that which is non-existent cannot come into being. The enlightened man mourns neither for the living or for the dead. One whose intelligence has attained to unity, casts away both good and evil works. Make grief and happiness, loss and gain, victory and defeat equal in thy soul and then turn to battle, O Bharata!" "If thou boldest the intelligence to be greater than works, why then dost thou appoint me to a terrible work?" "Not by abstention from works does a man enjoy actionlessness, nor by renounciation. He who controlling the senses by the mind, O Arjuna, without attachment engages with the organs of action, he excels. Hearken, O mighty-armed, to my word, that I will speak to thee from my will for thy soul’s good, now that thy heart is taking delight in me. I, O Gudakesha, am the Self, which abides within all beings. By Me, all this universe has been extended in the ineffable mystery of being; All existences are situated in Me, not I in them. Work done as a sacrifice fosters Me, who give you back fulfillment. Being absorbed in thoughts of Me, one experiences bliss. To those who are devoted, I give them the understanding by which they come to Me. Therefore, looking to thine own law of action thou shouldst not tremble; there is no greater good for the Kshatriya than righteous battle. Do not yield to unmanliness, O son of Prithâ. It does not become you. Shake off faint-heartnedness and arise, O scorcher of enemies!" compiled and re-arranged from the Bhagavad Gita as interpreted by Sri Aurobindo. |
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3. | The Coming of Age | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Taken I am from my settled repose, thrown violently into a space of liminality. Into a realm of pure possibility, that of Becoming. It is as if I do not exist. The desert welcomes its children with a feral embrace. Here rules the coyote and the snake. They cast their shadows gracefully into the night. When the outward structure is dissolved, uncertainty is the most loving mother. It is thereof that I must unearth the roots of my being. Searching for the songlines of my ancestors. Awaiting eagerly to step in their footpaths. O, come to me, you Guardian spirit Give me Meaning, Destiny and Purpose! I cannot become unless I marry with my shadow. The vision finally comes to the aching soul. In my right hand lies a heavy burden, In my left hand a hawk’s feather. |
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4. | Quest for the Supramental | 11:15 | Show lyrics |
This barren desert landscape, I must transform within my heart into a lush forest. But, I shall not bathe in its streams, caressed by its whispers. I shall breathe its air and cross in-between it. Man is something to be surpassed. Born of struggle, composed to overcome. Why not desire to break the circle of renewal? Not by leap of faith, but courageous vision. Integral and pure. I look for a truth that is whole. Indifferent of vantage point. Beyond the Ideas. That I shall feel within the crux of my essence. Draw me towards the point of utmost complexity. Of unlimited consciousness. |
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5. | My Ascension into the Celestial Spheres | 10:08 | Show lyrics |
Now that I am finally faced towards the infinite, I feel I must sternly weight the components of my soul these shimmering gems I guarded vigorously as relics are they as real as the daylight’s lukewarm smile upon existance? No embrace ever unconditional is, but kindled by the fire of capacity. The soul must endure for it, lest it be devoured by the Mouth of Judgement. Ordeals of pain and courage. I carry my offering through a dusty and worn road, marked by the endless procession of the wretched. Towards a ray of light, flickering fraily inbetween the blackness of doubt. It leads out of this cosmos, pointing into the abode of the heavens. Round and spherical in form, alive with divine intelligences complete their orbits with marvelous swiftness, emitting each a partial tone conjuncting into a total harmony. As a spindle their rims are woven together. I enter through a pearly gate to a mighty palace. "Of what essence art thou and what gift have thou brought to us?" "Of the essence of Star Dust I am, and I bring you Virtue, Duty, and Creation. I do not look at matter as plain, but unfold its essence towards the above. I do not look at life as disjointed, but as a web of cells in motion." "You are the Enlighted Templar You are the Guardian of Atlantis Deep within you lies the World. You shall remain for Ever." |
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6. | Atlus (A World Within a World) | 30:33 | instrumental |
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Spectral Lore / Locust Leaves
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Locust Leaves | |
Helm | All instruments |
Nick K. | Vocals |
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Helm | Artwork |
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1. | Spectral Lore - Duty | 15:24 | Show lyrics |
Καθήκον Γύρω από τα μάτια μου υπάρχει ομίχλη πυκνή μορφές γνωστές μιμείται εικόνες του χρόνου παλιές Φως δεν αφήνει να περάσει παρά από μια σχισμή μονάχο μονοπάτι φωτίζει με αγκάθια γύρω στρωμένα Ένα φάντασμα προχωράει, ντυμένο στα χρώματα της τελευταίας θεάς. προσκύνημα ταξιδεύει καθήκον αρχαίο, ιδεατό. σε όσα είναι πέρα από το γαλάζιο του ουρανού. Μέσα στο σκοτάδι του κενού του έχει κρύψει καρπούς και χώμα ένας ονειρόκοσμος από σάρκα και οστά Βωμός πέτρινος, κρυμμένος στη νύχτα μακριά από το δρόμο καλεί μα τ’ αγκάθια προστατεύουν κατάρα σε όποιον τα παραβεί Πώς θα πεις στη ψυχή που πονάει να βάλει αλάτι στην πληγή πώς θα της πεις να κρατηθεί "Ίσιωσε το βλέμμα σου και ακολούθα τη προσταγή" "Εγώ που μόνο εγώ σε γνώρισα, τo μόνο που ζητάω είναι γλυκιά υποταγή" Πόσες φορές ξαναήμουν εδώ? το μόνο που υπάρχει εδώ είναι έγκατα βαθιά σαν αυτά από τα οποία γύρισα. Θυμάμαι πια το πρόσωπό μου αυτό που έχασα, και αυτό που ήθελα να φτιάξω και η θαλπωρή του πυθμένα μοιάζει πνιγηρή. Στην άσπρη πέτρα μόνο μια λεπίδα προσμένει. για να την βάψει με ένα κόκκινο βαθύ, πυρακτωμένο, από τα σπλάχνα βγαλμένο. Μπες μέσα μου και βγάλε φόβο και εστία ώστε να χωρέσει χάος και άπειρο. "Tον πόνο από τον οποίο έτρεχες να επιζητάς" Διέλυσε τους δεσμούς μου Χάραξε το όνομά μου "Το χώμα αυτό που σε γέννησε να το πατάς με σιγουριά και μόνο όταν το νιώθεις να κοιτάς στα άστρα μακριά" "Εσύ που ήσουν ο νικητής στην πρωταρχική μάχη που συνωμότες δούλεψαν για σένα οι πλανήτες καθήκον μυστικό έχεις ότι φωτιά κρύβεις να ανάψεις να ζήσεις, να γνωρίσεις, να γεννήσεις" Έχω ψυχή, έχω όνομα, έχω καρδιά έχω σάρκα πια, είμαι ο αέρας, είμαι η θάλασσα, είμαι η γη είμαι ότι Θελήσω ------- Duty Around my eyes There is a dense fog It takes familiar shapes. Images of old. It allows no light to pass but a fissure which lights a single path covered in thorns. Α phantasm is walking Adorn in the colours of the Last Godess. Journeying in Piligrimage For a Duty, ancient and ideal. To all that is beyond the blue sky. Into the darkness of its void It has hidden seeds and soil Α dreamworld Made of flesh and bone. A white stone, hidden in the night Glares from outside the road. But, thorns are standing in the way. Cursed is whoever trespasses. How to tell an aching soul Το put salt in its wound How to tell it to hold on.. "Look straight ahead and do my bidding" "It is only I that has ever known you, to comply is all I ask" How many times have I been here before? The only thing here is a Chasm deep as the one I have returned from. I remember now my face The one I lost, and the one I wanted to Make And the comfort of the bottom Seems choking. Onto the white stone, there is only a blade which awaits. To paint it with red, deep and fiery. Coming out from within. Enter me, remove hearth and fear So that there’s space for chaos and immensity "The pain from which you have ran away, you should learn to seek." Destroy my Bonds. Carve my Name. "Step on this soil that gave birth to you with boldness And only when Feeling it, you should look to the stars up high!" "You, who has been the winner in the most primordial of battles For whom the planets have conspired You have a sacred Duty, to light every Fire that’s hidden inside Το live, to know, to give birth" I have a soul, I have a name, I have a heart I have now Flesh Ι am the Wind, I am the Sea, I am the Earth I am everything I want to be |
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2. | Locust Leaves - Promise | 11:36 | Show lyrics |
Υπόσχεση Ι Γραμμένα με δρύινα γράμματα Ονόματα και λέξεις Χορεύουν τις κόρες καλλίοπες Νοήματα και σκέψεις Πίσω από το χρώμα της μέρας Και μέσα σε πετρά σταχτιά Κοιμάται, θυμάται μια υπόσχεση, την ξέρεις και εσύ Ταξιδεύει με τα πουλιά Κι αν η καρδιά μου ηχήσει στο τίποτα Καταραμένα, νεκρικά Κιάμα ξεχάσω το αίμα μου Θυσία στανήμερα, Κιάμα ξεχάσω την όψη μου Σπονδή, Λεπίδα, Φωτιά. Καθρέπτης μου είναι η άγρια θάλασσα Συντρίμμια που φέρονται άμορφα Κυλάει σα μέταλλο, φόρμα αρχέγονη Η κόρη σου η ελπίδα Πίσω από τα σύννεφα Θρήνος είναι η ποίηση Θρήνος και η οργή μου Κόβω την κεφαλή μου ΙΙ Φύλλωμα πλάτανου η σάρκα και με νερό ριζώνει Το πτώμα μου χαμογελά Μέσα στο στόμα μου καρπός μαύρος φυτρώνει Πέτρα στεγνή, ψυχρή, αρχαία Από βυθό αναβλύζει Ο θάνατος ζει, Και η ψύχη μου είναι νέα Κουράστηκα νωρίς Και ξέχασα το όνομα μου Με συγχωρείς εικόνα μου Συγνώμη και στα παιδιά μου Δεν είναι η ώρα να ζήσω Αλλ’ ούτε και να πεθάνω Μέσα στα τείχη σιωπηλά Μόνο να τραγουδάω. ΙΙΙ Μόνο η ασχήμια κραυγή Ξυπνάει τυφλή πέτρα Άχρωμη χτες μέρα Κεφάλι γεμάτο αίμα Κεφάλι λευκό ζωντανό Μάτια κοιτάνε Δε βλέπουν ψέμα Ψέμα νεκρό Έχει πεθάνει Μάτια κοιτάνε Μακριά από εμένα Τα μάτια μου κοιτάνε έξω Μακριά από έμενα Μακριά από εμένα Φωτός όψη κοιτάει Είχα πεθάνει Μα ήταν ψέμα. Promise I Written in oaken letters Names, symbols and words Dancing their beautiful daughters Mirads of meanings and thoughts Behind the color of day Inside the ashen grey stone There sleeps the rememberance of a promise You know it too It travels with the birds And if my heart sounds at nothing Cursed and deathlike And if I forget my blood An offering to the wild And if I forget my visage Sacrifice, blade & fire My mirror is the restless sea Debris that wanders shaplessly Flows like metal in primordial shape Your daughter named Hope Behind the clouds Mourning is my poetry And mourning my anger also Mourning is my poerty I cut off my own head II The flesh is formed by platan leaves And with water it does take root My corpse is smiling a Inside my mouth Black fruit is growing Old stone, cold, ancient From the depths it emerges Death is alive And my soul is young I grew tired too early And I forgot my name I beg pardon to my visage And beg forgiveness from my child It is not my time to live But neither is it to die Only within these walls in silence To sing III Only by the horrid scream Does the blind stone awaken The colorless yesterday Head flowing with blood Head living and white The eyes are gazing outwards They see no lie The lie is now dead And it has died The eyes search Away from the inside My eyes are gazing outwards Away from me Away from me The light of sight is searching I have died But it was a lie |
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27:00 |
Sol
Album versions
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June 27th, 2013 | I, Voidhanger Records | IVR018 | CD | Digipak |
June 27th, 2013 | I, Voidhanger Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
March 30th, 2018 | I, Voidhanger Records | IVR018 | CD | Digipak, Reissue, Remastered |
March 31st, 2018 | Fallen Empire Records | FE-58 | 2 12" vinyls | Remastered, Limited edition |
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments, Songwriting (tracks 2, 3) |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | All instruments, Songwriting (track 1, 3) |
Guest/Session | |
Jacob Buczarski | Vocals (additional) (track 2) |
Ayloss | Guitars (additional) (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
Josef Barton | Artwork |
Ayloss | Producer (track 2) |
Jacob Buczarski | Producer (track 1) |
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1. | Mare Cognitum - Sol Ouroboros | 29:10 | Show lyrics |
A sign beheld Of living stone Sprawling across the vault of heaven An embrace of amorphous clay The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life Thrusting infinite pressure Mass infinite fragments Dense solar clusters Energy creates beginning Unbearable crushing tension In turbulent discord Bleeding out the newborn And reforming the flesh The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart A host to feed on the gushing wounds And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star Breathe In your Life And Illuminate Yourself Stellar winds Blow Until your life Ends Arise Son of Sol Nigh is your dawn As the night is cold Within the sea A writhing mass Source of knowledge Forged in dust A chain of sinew Stretching forth Children of flesh, children of blood, and time Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir But through This A loss To the self And the false Sense of light A dark Perverse Mind Forgetting the past To devour the marrow of all A cancer of thought Breeds death The sons of light Stricken and worn A cannibalistic being Failure of eternity Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption? In it, Ouroboros is complete. Devour thyself. Devour thyself. If you wish that your end Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Sol Medius | 25:53 | Show lyrics |
The horizon, an unfathomable darkness Beacons of light within, gleam dimly From the farthest of existence The offspring observes A history written in reverse Leading to One Exhalation Of an unknown breath. Parallel structures emerge Between incomparable proportions Revealed symmetry From aberrant appearance. Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity From it, a volition of immortality. The vessel of intellect Thrusts the sight, light years away An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos. Wandering the blackened void, there lie Elemental whispers of the primordial Ordinance Attracting each other, forming clouds Which collapse into higher densities A unity of spherical mass With a diadem as umbilical chord. Thus, the God-Kings are born The ever-burning forges of the cosmos Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together Condensing into weight, forcing into substance From the remnants, their children arise Hearth-givers and messengers to them alike. The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout From weightless elements to beasts of metal mass From oneness to mind-bending complexity. Spectral, though, is the hand that infuses with spirit If it is not grabbed, how won’t it always vanish? When even Gods one day fade out. The dream is dying, the mirror cracking The begetter cannot protect the offspring From the blazing fate of his own demise Yet, lays down all else in their grasp. Within the endless dark sea of unknowing The rays of far-away beacons Still conjoin in patterns meaningful An explosion of evitability The self-transforming agents Divine feedback mechanisms Returning the sight inwards We are Soldiers Volition of the Universe Sentinels of All Murderers of Self Scorners of Oblivion Impermanence and transformation Complexity and bonding Progression of Logos, Extra-conscious transcendence A spiral path we must walk Towards an ever-dark horizon. |
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3. | Spectral Lore & Mare Cognitum - Red Giant | 14:24 | instrumental |
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III
Album versions
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May 2nd, 2014 | I, Voidhanger Records | IVR032 | 2CD | Digipak, Limited edition |
May 10th, 2014 | I, Voidhanger Records | Digital | ||
2015 | I, Voidhanger Records | IVR032B | 2CD |
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Ayloss | All instruments |
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Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Benjamin A. Vierling | Artwork |
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1. | Omphalos | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
The weight of the World Is crushing down Everything to the core. Despotically it protects From straying into the void Despotically it commands For omnipresent strength. I have fallen From the weight of the world And I am being pulled down Towards the center of being. It is as if Matter Wants to hold itself together In vain, against the cold estrangement Of continious expansion. I rise to claim my Identity Against the grind of amorphous clay Pushing the soil down Destroying the Rock with my fists To see the Light of Day ~ Born to the world of Wonder Of endless promise and finite, abrupt reality With dreams directed towards the Higher dimensions Inbetween deceptive phenomena and elusive noumena The navel of Motherly love must be cut To escape the inevitable demise From the blazing hands of the Father Without wanton belief and asuredness The path to the gateway of cosmos Is a small ray, deep throughout the inmensurable darkness. |
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2. | The Veiled Garden | 16:32 | Show lyrics |
O Dream, a painter you are, vivid and exquisite. Winged and unchained, you lead me into worlds of lightness and magnitude. But the soil I set my foot on, is the sole I can feel. And so you return me, dazzled and bewitched, each time to it. Cold and hard it has turned, unattended. Where is my Will? Where is my Persistance? In my Dreamland I am Strong and Unbending. Soaring the Skies, defeating Tyrants, facing the Sun. The soil hides roots that go deep into the earth. With toil they are kindled, unveiling fruit hidden within. Slowly I must tender them. Each fruit is also a Dream. Of texture harsh, of weight considerable. If opened, it reveals a world of its own. Unique and unimaginable. But, things of Matter are harsh for my hands. They bleed from the thorns of Struggle and Neccesity. Their painful embrace triggers rememberance, Of scornful past and accursed future. A burning ache in the chest, in the eyes, The grotesque dance of vermin under the skin And the fog starts to set back in again. ~ I awake within the forest. It is unusually solemn and contemplative, Almost sensuous in its near silence of faint gust and rustling. A drifting presence is felt near the bounds of my senses. Through the silver pathways of the forest I hunt for it. I cannot reach but its mirage, which gracefully flees. A trail with blood on its side appears. It leads to a deer which had its throat cut open. Then to a woman, severed in the same manner. Not with terror, but in inexplicable awe I move on. The red path ends in a garden surrounded by shadows. An altar lies inside, besides it, a dark figure. It holds two severed heads, each one the source of a crimson river. It turns over to me. The memory brutally unveils the curtain of "I" I look, eye to eye, to the concealed Truth of ages past. It commands me, pointing into the white stone. The urge to submit is abominable. I look away and run towards the Sun. In hope it is real and not part of a scenery that’s falling apart. With every last ounce of strength, I throw myself towards the scorching heat. Defiant Fire of Judgement, for Now and Forever, measure my Spirit! |
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3. | The Cold March Towards Eternal Brightness | 14:42 | Show lyrics |
Winter awakes. Cold wind and white drapery everywhere. I emerge through the ice. Every nerve comes alive in excruciating pain. Here, the soul fights eternally, inertia and stagnation its nemesis. The march towards Actualization begins from the plainest of pathways. Yet behind every step, as heavy or lumpy as it may be, lies a purpose. What is the fabric that makes the dreams of Day? The Statue of Self, sculpted from the hardest, finest rock. A most Noble Warrior. I see it in a great distance, concealed by mist. The world cast a small shadow over me. It is he, the tragic hero, who does not simply want to Grow, But to Change. What is, that makes Man? What is, that makes the Over-man? Time passes as I cannot ever seem to get close enough. Yet, eventually, the mist collapses and the figure clears out. It is crude, without details, contorted into grotesque proportions. Empty on the inside, a simple shell. The wind blows softly and shatters it into pieces. Around the remains, a multitude of streams pour their waters Flooding the wretched land, carrying me, away with them Into another place, of Light. The Seeker is tired to look back. The gaze must awaken Outwards, to be fully alive. Rejoice, Soul Touch the Ecstatic Truth Sense the Eternal Now Awake within the Gaia The broken, constituent parts were carried along with the stream Each one is the name of a Virtue. I reassemble and bury them within the ground. I still carry the Black Beast, chained inside. And all past rememberance. What is my ideal then? But a dream with roots in the ground. Of roots weaved together into a colossal, collective trunk, That rises, piercing the Sky, into the depths of the Universe. ~ Throughout the times of perplexity and illusion We’ve got some last Gods left, worth keeping That go by such names as Kindness and Honesty. I want us to hold swords again As in the years of the old tales. But this time, to fight for Dignity and Solidarity. I want us to look like idiots into the eyes of the Dragons Like newborns, lying under the sun. Against the waves of darkness and death I’m walking with Eternal Brightness in my eyes. |
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4. | Drifting Through Moss and Ancient Stone | 11:26 | instrumental |
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1. | The Spiral Fountain | 10:46 | Show lyrics |
A breath, formed into the atmosphere, Rained down into the oceans Was led into a little stream That fed a spiral fountain. From there, drops of ocean blood Fell down into the ground And mixed with the earth Forming patterns, from chaos born. A child, full of wonder, arose Destined to walk the gardens of Eden. Uncertainty, its parting present, Potency its destiny. A manifest of cosmic will. The child wandered, hunted, killed and quenched its thirst from the marbled stone. And it rejoiced; but as time passed on, discovered there was nothing else to see, to hunt, to kill, to drink. In despair, the Man turned to his Mother The sight reflected on the water And returned with a vision of Self Transparent, he saw a multitude Of I’s, each with the same spiral inside. "You, Fountain, who has given me birth You, who grew me into a Man, powerful and sane, Save me now from wither, madness and solitude" The Stone laid unmoved, in silence. The Stream continued to flow, in perpetual motion. The Man understood; yet his soul did not rest But was filled with the Fire of Defiance. He stepped into the crooked stone To ascend into the spiral staircase Leading up, into the heavens high Where the Breath of the Father was once uttered. At the staircase’s end, way above the Earth, Nothing laid, but the blackness of space And the one primordial molecule, carrying the Word. "No eternity was ever promised to you, Child. To travel beyond the Stars, into the marvels of macrocosm, You must first conquer the smallest, inner void. To reach the point where universes intersect. My Word is forgotten, with every division, every new birth. Learn me, renew me, reach into the end of my telos." |
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2. | A Rider in the Lands of an Infinite Dreamscape | 12:45 | Show lyrics |
Like the Wind, I sweep through majestic landscapes Wandering, lost, among endless deserts, forests, Deep seas and high mountains. They rise, glorious but melancholic around me. As if knowing... their own impermanence. How small and insignificant they make me feel. Then, time creeps in, and I remember Death. And questions do not leave me. Why did the first organic molecule copy itself? Did it think it could retain its consciousness that way? Or hoped that its offspring would someway, someday, escape mortality? Maybe through constant change and evolution? Gaia screams and coils around me. The organic and inorganic in union. Affecting and re-defining each other. Is it complete, that way, or still void, as ourselves, seeking for fullfillment? I see the pain and meaninglessness, and feel it deep inside. The cycle of renewal, of the demise of individual existence, is still one of tragedy. Why would we have attained consciousness, If we were always supposed to adhere to the Eternal Law? Is my Will opposite to that of the Outer? Or, can we forge paths of harmony, inbetween us? If I can dream, therefore I can transform. We are Warriors of the Universe. We are here for a reason. I believe it wants us to change it. It wants us to evolve ourselves, then our surroundings. But how? In what direction? Where is right and wrong, in the cosmic scale? Is it enough to be "good" human beings? Or is this feat, of such unimaginable difficulty, That every human must absolutely surpass the limits of one’s existance, Towards greater and greater understanding, complexity, continuity, fulfillment. In a great mission to defeat Gravity, to liberate, once and forever, All Existence from the cycle of birth and death (bang and crunch). To extend into all dimensions, physical and temporal. |
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3. | Cosmic Significance | 13:51 | instrumental |
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The Quivering Lights
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December 17th, 2014 | Bindrune Recordings | BR023 / ER004 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
December 16th, 2014 | Independent | Digital | ||
December 16th, 2014 | Bindrune Recordings | Digital | Bandcamp |
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1. | Nachtreich - Lights | 06:46 | |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Quivering | 08:25 | |
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3. | Nachtreich - Greyness | 05:39 | |
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4. | Nachtreich - Ghost Lights | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Here I walk on my own again, no shelter in the autumn rain, rusty leaves paint the world in marble gold, while the sun stares down so cold Silent tombs wait outside, illuminated by a shivering light through the bleak window of my soul, emptiness enshrouds this light in woe The naked trees are the audience, winds whisper lullabies of evanescence, myriads of shadows around so old and with every fallen leaf, a long lost soul |
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5. | Spectral Lore - Vanishing | 11:31 | |
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6. | Spectral Lore - Reflection | 06:32 | |
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Voyager
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1. | Experimental Spectroscopy (Light Years Away) | 03:42 | instrumental |
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2. | Voyager (Mission Launch) | 06:04 | instrumental |
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3. | Relic Radiation (Remnants of History) | 03:35 | instrumental |
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4. | Destination (Arrival & Terraforming) | 05:36 | instrumental |
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5. | Trespassing into the Event Horizon (The Calling) | 04:26 | instrumental |
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6. | Asteroid Mining (Abandoned Space) | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Interstellar Cloud Attraction (A Dialogue) | 07:30 | instrumental |
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8. | Sun Drone (Warrior of Light) | 08:37 | instrumental |
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Gnosis
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December 7th, 2015 | I, Voidhanger Records | IVR050 | CD | Limited edition |
December 7th, 2015 | I, Voidhanger Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
April 1st, 2017 | Throne Records | TR67 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
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Ayloss | All instruments, Lyrics |
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Colin Marston | Mastering |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
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1. | Dualism | 08:53 | Show lyrics |
Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity The soul yearns for desire One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning. So complex, conflicting, the wants of man The pleasures of flesh, nature’s decree No less than the longing of the spirit For everything that is out of the world For that which destroys the predictability of this world For that which unchains the eternal laws, which prohibit eternity and infinity. These notions, existing only in the human mind, Rise above the programmed, unfolding matter of the cosmos Yet, they still emerge out of the flesh, dependent, And cease a moment after it fails. Are we truly then, a part of this world Or are we, the Children of Matter, Perishing aimlessly, by the hand of our own parent Their wondrous plane destroyed again and again For it is desire, not observation, that the soul is eternal Rationality speaks to my ego To battle with death, to hate the frail flesh To aim for the transfiguration of my being To conquer eternity and infinity The Cosmos speaks to my soul To embrace body and love, to be a sentinel of life And willingly join with All, in eternity and infinity Renouncing identity and person-hood Can these perspectives be reconciled? When every action sways towards one or the other Or is it self-deceit to search for a middle path? |
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2. | Gnosis’ Journey Through the Ages | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Man’s soul is an enigma. A part of the cosmos, yet so different to it. An eye that looks beyond the flesh A mind that creates a new dimension, That of forms and ideas. What is more natural, Than to walk even further On the uphill path That led us here. Wisdom soars through the ages The eye that sees the world as it is Made from it, yet not of it Owned by no one, it binds us as one Unveiling the eternal threads that connect us. The inner truth, beyond what is experienced, Is an object to behold, yet not an object in itself, But the relation in-between, the shadow and the sun, The word and the meaning, one being and another, The direction of the universe’s flow. Τhrough Gnosis it is brought back into life, A cycle complete. Oh Godess, lead me into your heart Let me bring you pregnant light Let it descend through the heavens then again, To lay on the fertile seed of the future. Earth and Space. Body and Consciousness. Eros and Logos. Man and Culture. Parts and Whole. Emerging, all-encompassing, concentric circles. Show me these moments When the layers converge And inspiration forms. The right order for the path to the stars. Humanity needs a purpose that is outside of her. The mind flies away, out of this planet, Into far away galaxies, into timeless domains. What is our part in the greater scheme of it all? I yearn for transformation. |
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3. | Averroes’ Search | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Aristoteles through the eye of Averroes. Averroes through the eye of Borges. Borges through the eye of Me. A line that passes through the ages, eroded By loss of memory, border of culture, consciousness isolated Partially pregnant, partially sterile. Let me become a bridge between the East and the West. |
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4. | A God Made of Flesh and Consciousness | 14:06 | Show lyrics |
What is it that we crave? Nothing less than eternal life, An untiring soul, an unfading pleasure The survival of identity, of memory The never-ending growth of person-hood. Yet, is transcendence really more of the same Or a state unimaginable by current perspective? I am no longer satisfied by ruminations of awe Of knowledge partial and fragmented I must become what I have envisioned The structures emerge from below Each higher one, a union of multiplicity In which dynamics are not destroyed But opposites are held together In conditional, creative balance The reconciliation of Self and Whole. You are the inspirited matter, the last circle You encompass all of the universe’s forces inside you. You have foreseen the Absolute. You can create the Absolute. As atoms (matter) converge, life emerges. Αs life grows, consciousness (soul) evolves. As consciousness awakes (through Gnosis), spirit arises. As spirits (post-humans) converge, God will emerge. A God made of flesh and consciousness. A moment of the utmost complexity, beauty and power. A supreme intelligence, a Noosphere, a Singularity. Consistent of, but beyond individuality. Is this to be the End? Or just another step forward in the unending, spiral staircase of infinity. |
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Fossils
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1. | Weathering | 03:27 | |
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2. | Bloodmoon Descending | 02:55 | |
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3. | History of the Displaced | 07:40 | |
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4. | A Humming Buried Within the Fields | 05:10 | |
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5. | Eolith | 06:03 | |
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6. | Arctic Heart | 03:40 | |
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7. | Out of a Muddy Pond | 03:16 | |
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8. | I Will Haunt Your Side Forever | 02:55 | |
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Helian
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January 18th, 2018 | I, Voidhanger Records | IVR091 | CD | |
January 19th, 2018 | I, Voidhanger Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
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Ayloss | All instruments |
Jute Gyte | |
Adam Kalmbach | Everything |
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Patrick W. Engel | Mastering |
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1. | Jute Gyte - Helian | 20:00 | |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Helian | 21:28 | Show lyrics |
In the spirit’s solitary hours It is lovely to walk in the sun Along the yellow walls of summer. Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleeps The son of Pan in the grey marble. At eventide on the terrace we got drunk on brown wine The red peach glows under the foliage. Tender sonata, joyous laughter. Lovely is this silence of the night. On the dark plains We gather with shepherds and the white stars. When autumn rises The grove is a sight of sober clarity. Along the red walls we loiter at ease And the round eyes follow the flight of birds. In the evening pale water gathers in the dregs of burial urns. Heaven celebrates, sitting in bare branches. In hallowed hands the yeoman carries bread and wine And fruit ripens in the peace of a sunny chamber. Oh how stern is the face of the beloved who have taken their passage. Yet the soul is comforted in righteous meditation. Overwhelming is the desolated garden‘s secrecy, As the young novice has wreathed his brow with brown leaves, His breath inhales icy gold. The hands touch the antiquity of blueish water Or in a cold night the sisters’ white cheeks. In quiet and harmony we walk along a suite of hospitable rooms Into solitude and the rustling of maple trees, Where, perhaps, the thrush still sings. Beautiful is man and emerging from the dark He marvels as he moves his arms and legs, And his eyes quietly roll in purple cavities. At suppertime a stranger loses himself in November’s black destitution; Under brittle branches he follows a wall covered under leprosy. Once the holy brother went here, Engrossed in the tender music of his madness. Oh how lonely settles the evening-wind. Dying away a man‘s head droops in the dark of the olive tree. How shattering is the decline of a family. This is the hour when the seer’s eyes are filled With gold as he beholds the stars. The evening’s descend has muffled the belfry‘s knell in silence; Among black walls in the public place, A dead soldier calls for a prayer. Like a pale angel The son enters his ancestor’s empty house. The sisters have traveled far to the pale ancients. At night, returned from their mournful pilgrimage, He found them asleep under the columns of the hallway. Oh hair stained with dung and worms As his silver feet stepped on it And on those who died in echoing rooms. Oh you palms under midnight’s burning rain, When the servants flogged those tender eyes with nettles, The hollyhock’s early fruit Beheld your empty grave in wonder. Fading moons sail quietly Over the sheets of the feverish lad, Into the silence of winter. At the bank of Kidron a great mind is lost in musing, Under a tree, the tender cedar, Stretched out under the father’s blue eyebrows, Where a shepherd drives his flock to pastures at night. Or there are screams which escape the sleep; When an iron angel approaches man in the grove, The holy man’s flesh melts over burning coals. Purple wine climbs about the mud-cottage, Sheaves of faded corn sing; The buzz of bees; the crane’s flight. In the evening the souls of the resurrected gather on rocky paths. Lepers behold their image in dark water; Or they lift the hemp of their dung soiled attire, And weep to the soothing wind, as it drifts down from the rosy hill. Slender maidens grope their way through the narrow lanes of night; They hope for the gracious shepherd. Tenderly, songs ring out from the huts on weekend. Let the song pay homage to the boy, To his madness to his white eyebrows and to his passage, To the decaying corpse, who opened his blue eyes. Oh how sad is this reunion. The stairs of madness in black apartments – The matriarch’s shadow emerged under the open door When Helian’s soul beheld his image in a rosy mirror; And from his brow bled snow and leprosy. The walls extinguished the stars And the white effigies of light. From the carpet rise skeletons, escaping their graves, Fallen crosses sit silent on the hill, The night’s purple wind is sweet with frankincense. Oh ye broken eyes over black gaping jaws, When the grandson in the solitude Of his tender madness muses over a darker ending, The blue eyelids of the silent god sink upon him. -Georg Trakl |
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No Excuses for Fascist Sympathy (Book of Sand Cover)
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1. | No Excuses for Fascist Sympathy (Book of Sand Cover) | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
as the clouds fix the heavens, and the mountains wait before the sea; as the rain renews the river and the root brings water to the tree; so the fascists now among us, smirking with the drunken glee of empty minds, are buoyed by the masses of the cowards too unconcerned or self-obsessed to take a side; and so may our rage leap forth in fire and our hearts sing with years of grief and hurt and may our swords and arrows retain their sharpness, for these fuckers will make us wield them soon. |
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Wanderers: Astrology of the Nine
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March 13th, 2020 | Independent | Digital | ||
March 13th, 2020 | Entropic Recordings | CD | Limited edition, Digipak | |
March 15th, 2020 | Entropic Recordings | 3 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Orange and black marbled vinyl | |
January 15th, 2021 | Entropic Recordings | 3 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Red and black marbled vinyl |
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | Everything |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | Everything |
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Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Cover art |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Ayloss | Recording, Mixing (tracks 1, 3, 6, 8) |
Jacob Buczarski | Recording, Mixing (tracks 2, 4, 5, 7), Mastering (tracks 9, 10) |
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1. | Spectral Lore - Mercury (The Virtuous) | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
Mortal, You aspire to become Τhe arrow that teaches The embodiment of virtue The carrier of Logos To voyage into uncharted expanses And wage war on the Old Gods Yet, mortal Your words are nought Your light is pallid Your armor is cracked Unless you thrust at yourself First The sword that you wield For even the smallest body And the faintest voice Can ripple dimensions apart Should their aim strike true enough A single day In two years of darkness |
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2. | Mare Cognitum - Mars (The Warrior) | 09:25 | Show lyrics |
Tribulation Phobos looms, gazing everlong A ghastly visage, an unspeakable horror Words escape me as my body trembles Oppressed by fear, omen consummated Deimos stalks behind, baring teeth Ritual completed, harbingers avowed Their desires will become our desires Their virulence will become our bliss Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation A struggle begins as flesh clashes with flesh Thrashing carcasses, mindless, ravenous No longer selves, but collective will Desiring to crush all beneath their heels Bodies coagulate into sinuous mass Once life, now beyond meaningful form Burning, fusing, reduced into dust Billowing ashen winds blotting the sun Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation All is torn asunder as life is stripped away Crumbled stones are all that remain Grim epitaphs to a failed species Written with the blood of their offspring This world lost itself in misery To end in nothing but a whimper All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind |
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3. | Spectral Lore - Earth (The Mother) | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
What to do with the hearth Deep inside the heart Of the earth That burns unconditionally In waiting For our return Ιt still warms you Light years away What to do with the love That is not asked, but given How to reciprocate And keep the unregulated flow of desire Away from bonds and borders This fire does not quench But burns more The greater the distance It melts the inside And the rising water And the fleeing animals And the dying crops Yield Listen to me, listen to me mother The starlight calls "Break away, my son Out of this planet But One Day Return And never forget Keep the home fires alive" |
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4. | Mare Cognitum - Venus (The Priestess) | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create On a noble throne, she awaits Gazing into the fathomless depths Ever facing inwards, to the cradle Where our existences began. Patiently she has endured years of provocation At the behest of those Who would see her kingdom ruined Yet her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create Brilliant beacon who oversees the stars, Who flashes like lightning above the highlands, Who splits apart the greatest of mountains, Behold the glory of your righteous wrath. Let your anger descend in shining conflagration Let their transgressions become kindling for the blaze And her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned |
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5. | Mare Cognitum - Jupiter (The Giant) | 15:04 | Show lyrics |
Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drift in exodus Finding peace in solitude A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The churning winds of ice Clouds of blood and dust Thunder within the noxious storm Tearing the murky shroud asunder A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The giant and the storm have become one flesh To conceive the diamond rainfall Endless shimmering waves of frozen light Reflect forever in the tempest’s eye Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drifting in exodus Finding peace in solitude |
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6. | Spectral Lore - Saturn (The Rebel) | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
The liberty of December Odes to a past forlorn Of pleasure gained without blood Of love earned without domination Forgotten were the spoils of war The invisible foundation for our plenty As the memory of your shunned wife (Lua) Lurks to return for revenge History shall murder innocence In dread of its own reflection Yet the ideal mysteriously remains unscathed For it is has only been mistakenly aligned Towards the past Experiment, reverse the order Feast in spite of your oppressors A taste of freedom to appease A vision for the future to form |
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7. | Mare Cognitum - Neptune (The Mystic) | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Frozen oceans stretch beyond the horizon A sea of glass reflects the murky sun Rings of frost encircle the somber wastes The mystic endures the eternal winter Lusting to wander deep into the abyss Seeking answers which cannot be revealed Long-lost wisdom forgotten in a tomb Of seas of ice and millions of years Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Supersonic winds flow throughout the expanse While the seasons have ceased to exist Vortexing clouds blot out the weary sun Obscuring incandescence beneath the horrid mask Beyond it rests the anarchic remnants of formation Disrupted by the lethargic march through the frost Captured in its grasp and fettered to its will Now resonating into legions of the enslaved Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation Invoke The formation Reform The self Become The paradigm To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Deciphering The purpose of His own creation |
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8. | Spectral Lore - Uranus (The Fallen) | 12:23 | Show lyrics |
Uranus, Father Sky, Patriarch Secured on your place by the Titans Uranus, overarching dome of bronze You encompass all with your presence Uranus, you love Gaia But hate the children she begets Every night you come to her Covering the earth from above, suffocating her Aware of nothing but yourself But you hate the children she begets Isn’t it yourself, that you see in them? Won’t Saturn follow in your footsteps? Won’t Zeus? Heed this prophecy And castrate yourself Uranus, you proclaim, you protest, you curse But you do not understand yourself SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! URANUS! FEEL HER RAGE, ΤΗΕ WRATH OF THE SEA AS IT UNFURLS RIGHTEOUS, UNRESTRAINED, INDESCRIMINATE BATHED NOT ΟNLY IN THE PRESENT BUT IN THE PREMONITION AND REMEMBERANCE OF MILLENIUMS OF OPPRESSION THE WOUNDS OF COUNTLESS SOULS SUBMERGED, MUTED, CAST AWAY ALL NOW EMBODIED IN A SINGLE VOICE SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! Uranus, Your manhood slips behind your feet, Swollen and flaccid Your blood mixed with her waters Her waters turning into ice Engulfing you forever A world of rigidity Revolving around A system of change Her: “Come here boy In my cradle You have to stop Stop resisting Just whisper along with me The age of men is past The age of men is past The age of men is past” |
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9. | Spectral Lore / Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part I: Exodus though the Frozen Wastes | 11:29 | instrumental |
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10. | Spectral Lore / Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part II: The Astral Bridge | 12:00 | Show lyrics |
Sol’s domain ends For distance weakens Even the reach of Gods I have outgrown your Love That shackles and binds In an eternal revolution And I am now ready. Beneath the ice, the underworld calls As soon as I step over the threshold Bolts of frost hurled into my body Ravaging sinews, for the essence to rise Divider into equal portions, lord of dissolution Arbiter of distant mortal affairs Your gift is a cold eternal embrace A wealth of oblivion and stasis Step away, For my sword erupts in Sol’s fire. Beneath, awaits The Astral Bridge |
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3. | Echoes of a Long Dead and Forgotten Place | 13:44 | |
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5. | Sigma Receptor | 08:03 | |
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6. | The Cleansing Rain / Morningrise in the Eternal Fields | 08:17 | |
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1. | Introitus | 01:51 | |
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2. | The Thorns That Guide My Warpath | 24:42 | |
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3. | Towards the Great Crossroad | 08:46 | |
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4. | Leaving the Stars Far Behind | 03:08 | |
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5. | The Drone’s Journey, Recoiling Beneath the Waves | 11:04 | |
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6. | Through an Infinite Dreamscape | 06:50 | |
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7. | To Wither in Silence and Dismay | 13:19 | |
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8. | Where Nature Will Not Ever Yield to Man | 07:29 | |
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Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Benjamin A. Vierling | Artwork on rerelease |
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1. | Introitus | 01:51 | |
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2. | The Thorns That Guide My Warpath | 24:42 | |
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3. | Towards the Great Crossroad | 08:46 | |
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4. | Leaving the Stars Far Behind | 03:08 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | The Drone’s Journey, Recoiling Beneath the Waves | 11:04 | |
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6. | Through an Infinite Dreamscape | 06:50 | |
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7. | To Wither in Silence and Dismay | 13:19 | |
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8. | Where Nature Will Not Ever Yield to Man | 07:29 | |
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01:17:09 |
II
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Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Benjamin A. Vierling | Artwork on rerelease |
N. | Artwork |
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1. | Introitus | 01:51 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Thorns That Guide My Warpath | 24:42 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Towards the Great Crossroad | 08:46 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Leaving the Stars Far Behind | 03:08 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Recoiling Beneath the Waves | 11:04 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Through an Infinite Dreamscape | 06:50 | |
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7. | To Wither in Silence and Dismay | 13:19 | |
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8. | Where Nature Will Not Ever Yield to Man | 07:29 | |
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01:17:09 |
Sentinel
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Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Producer |
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1. | All Devouring Earth | 10:10 | Show lyrics |
The birth comes from within the bowels of existence It erupts out of its host by vessels of blood, without reciprocity, unbeknownst of gratitude. How could he who offers himself not desire to pull you back into the womb? "Where is your heart? You give your heart to each thing in turn. Carrying, you do not carry it... You destroy your heart on earth" "I am the river in which the life-force of every being flows. I cannot provide sustenance unless I quench my own thirst." «Come forth knife to be stained with blood come forth cross my path» The Great Mouth of the world is gaping A red veil that covers the stone is its tongue. It speaks that we are one, eternally perplexed Divided ephemerally for the sweet anticipation of reunion. Look into the black abyss and see a threshold. Join the abode of the dead as the supreme service. With fear and awe they rule with an iron hand. in italic: Nahua Poetry |
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2. | The Dejection of Arjuna | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
"Seeing these my own people, arrayed for battle, my limbs collapse and my mouth is parched. I do not see any good in slaying them nor I desire victory, kingdom, or pleasures. Although these, with a consciousness clouded with greed see no guilt in the destruction of the family why should not we have the wisdom to draw back, O Jardana?" "That which really is, cannot go out of existence, just as that which is non-existent cannot come into being. The enlightened man mourns neither for the living or for the dead. One whose intelligence has attained to unity, casts away both good and evil works. Make grief and happiness, loss and gain, victory and defeat equal in thy soul and then turn to battle, O Bharata!" "If thou boldest the intelligence to be greater than works, why then dost thou appoint me to a terrible work?" "Not by abstention from works does a man enjoy actionlessness, nor by renounciation. He who controlling the senses by the mind, O Arjuna, without attachment engages with the organs of action, he excels. Hearken, O mighty-armed, to my word, that I will speak to thee from my will for thy soul’s good, now that thy heart is taking delight in me. I, O Gudakesha, am the Self, which abides within all beings. By Me, all this universe has been extended in the ineffable mystery of being; All existences are situated in Me, not I in them. Work done as a sacrifice fosters Me, who give you back fulfillment. Being absorbed in thoughts of Me, one experiences bliss. To those who are devoted, I give them the understanding by which they come to Me. Therefore, looking to thine own law of action thou shouldst not tremble; there is no greater good for the Kshatriya than righteous battle. Do not yield to unmanliness, O son of Prithâ. It does not become you. Shake off faint-heartnedness and arise, O scorcher of enemies!" compiled and re-arranged from the Bhagavad Gita as interpreted by Sri Aurobindo. |
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3. | The Coming of Age | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Taken I am from my settled repose, thrown violently into a space of liminality. Into a realm of pure possibility, that of Becoming. It is as if I do not exist. The desert welcomes its children with a feral embrace. Here rules the coyote and the snake. They cast their shadows gracefully into the night. When the outward structure is dissolved, uncertainty is the most loving mother. It is thereof that I must unearth the roots of my being. Searching for the songlines of my ancestors. Awaiting eagerly to step in their footpaths. O, come to me, you Guardian spirit Give me Meaning, Destiny and Purpose! I cannot become unless I marry with my shadow. The vision finally comes to the aching soul. In my right hand lies a heavy burden, In my left hand a hawk’s feather. |
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4. | Quest for the Supramental | 11:15 | Show lyrics |
This barren desert landscape, I must transform within my heart into a lush forest. But, I shall not bathe in its streams, caressed by its whispers. I shall breathe its air and cross in-between it. Man is something to be surpassed. Born of struggle, composed to overcome. Why not desire to break the circle of renewal? Not by leap of faith, but courageous vision. Integral and pure. I look for a truth that is whole. Indifferent of vantage point. Beyond the Ideas. That I shall feel within the crux of my essence. Draw me towards the point of utmost complexity. Of unlimited consciousness. |
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5. | My Ascension into the Celestial Spheres | 10:08 | Show lyrics |
Now that I am finally faced towards the infinite, I feel I must sternly weight the components of my soul these shimmering gems I guarded vigorously as relics are they as real as the daylight’s lukewarm smile upon existance? No embrace ever unconditional is, but kindled by the fire of capacity. The soul must endure for it, lest it be devoured by the Mouth of Judgement. Ordeals of pain and courage. I carry my offering through a dusty and worn road, marked by the endless procession of the wretched. Towards a ray of light, flickering fraily inbetween the blackness of doubt. It leads out of this cosmos, pointing into the abode of the heavens. Round and spherical in form, alive with divine intelligences complete their orbits with marvelous swiftness, emitting each a partial tone conjuncting into a total harmony. As a spindle their rims are woven together. I enter through a pearly gate to a mighty palace. "Of what essence art thou and what gift have thou brought to us?" "Of the essence of Star Dust I am, and I bring you Virtue, Duty, and Creation. I do not look at matter as plain, but unfold its essence towards the above. I do not look at life as disjointed, but as a web of cells in motion." "You are the Enlighted Templar You are the Guardian of Atlantis Deep within you lies the World. You shall remain for Ever." |
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6. | Atlus (A World Within a World) | 30:33 | instrumental |
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01:15:34 |
Sentinel
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | All Devouring Earth | 10:10 | Show lyrics |
The birth comes from within the bowels of existence It erupts out of its host by vessels of blood, without reciprocity, unbeknownst of gratitude. How could he who offers himself not desire to pull you back into the womb? "Where is your heart? You give your heart to each thing in turn. Carrying, you do not carry it... You destroy your heart on earth" "I am the river in which the life-force of every being flows. I cannot provide sustenance unless I quench my own thirst." «Come forth knife to be stained with blood come forth cross my path» The Great Mouth of the world is gaping A red veil that covers the stone is its tongue. It speaks that we are one, eternally perplexed Divided ephemerally for the sweet anticipation of reunion. Look into the black abyss and see a threshold. Join the abode of the dead as the supreme service. With fear and awe they rule with an iron hand. in italic: Nahua Poetry |
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2. | The Dejection of Arjuna | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
"Seeing these my own people, arrayed for battle, my limbs collapse and my mouth is parched. I do not see any good in slaying them nor I desire victory, kingdom, or pleasures. Although these, with a consciousness clouded with greed see no guilt in the destruction of the family why should not we have the wisdom to draw back, O Jardana?" "That which really is, cannot go out of existence, just as that which is non-existent cannot come into being. The enlightened man mourns neither for the living or for the dead. One whose intelligence has attained to unity, casts away both good and evil works. Make grief and happiness, loss and gain, victory and defeat equal in thy soul and then turn to battle, O Bharata!" "If thou boldest the intelligence to be greater than works, why then dost thou appoint me to a terrible work?" "Not by abstention from works does a man enjoy actionlessness, nor by renounciation. He who controlling the senses by the mind, O Arjuna, without attachment engages with the organs of action, he excels. Hearken, O mighty-armed, to my word, that I will speak to thee from my will for thy soul’s good, now that thy heart is taking delight in me. I, O Gudakesha, am the Self, which abides within all beings. By Me, all this universe has been extended in the ineffable mystery of being; All existences are situated in Me, not I in them. Work done as a sacrifice fosters Me, who give you back fulfillment. Being absorbed in thoughts of Me, one experiences bliss. To those who are devoted, I give them the understanding by which they come to Me. Therefore, looking to thine own law of action thou shouldst not tremble; there is no greater good for the Kshatriya than righteous battle. Do not yield to unmanliness, O son of Prithâ. It does not become you. Shake off faint-heartnedness and arise, O scorcher of enemies!" compiled and re-arranged from the Bhagavad Gita as interpreted by Sri Aurobindo. |
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3. | The Coming of Age | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Taken I am from my settled repose, thrown violently into a space of liminality. Into a realm of pure possibility, that of Becoming. It is as if I do not exist. The desert welcomes its children with a feral embrace. Here rules the coyote and the snake. They cast their shadows gracefully into the night. When the outward structure is dissolved, uncertainty is the most loving mother. It is thereof that I must unearth the roots of my being. Searching for the songlines of my ancestors. Awaiting eagerly to step in their footpaths. O, come to me, you Guardian spirit Give me Meaning, Destiny and Purpose! I cannot become unless I marry with my shadow. The vision finally comes to the aching soul. In my right hand lies a heavy burden, In my left hand a hawk’s feather. |
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4. | Quest for the Supramental | 11:15 | Show lyrics |
This barren desert landscape, I must transform within my heart into a lush forest. But, I shall not bathe in its streams, caressed by its whispers. I shall breathe its air and cross in-between it. Man is something to be surpassed. Born of struggle, composed to overcome. Why not desire to break the circle of renewal? Not by leap of faith, but courageous vision. Integral and pure. I look for a truth that is whole. Indifferent of vantage point. Beyond the Ideas. That I shall feel within the crux of my essence. Draw me towards the point of utmost complexity. Of unlimited consciousness. |
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Side B | |||
5. | My Ascension Into The Celestial Spheres | 10:08 | |
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6. | Atlus (A World Within A World) | 30:33 | |
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01:15:34 |
Sol
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments, Songwriting (tracks 2, 3) |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | All instruments, Songwriting (track 1, 3) |
Guest/Session | |
Jacob Buczarski | Vocals (additional) (track 2) |
Ayloss | Guitars (additional) (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
Josef Barton | Artwork |
Ayloss | Producer (track 2) |
Jacob Buczarski | Producer (track 1) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Mare Cognitum - Sol Ouroboros | 29:10 | Show lyrics |
A sign beheld Of living stone Sprawling across the vault of heaven An embrace of amorphous clay The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life Thrusting infinite pressure Mass infinite fragments Dense solar clusters Energy creates beginning Unbearable crushing tension In turbulent discord Bleeding out the newborn And reforming the flesh The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart A host to feed on the gushing wounds And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star Breathe In your Life And Illuminate Yourself Stellar winds Blow Until your life Ends Arise Son of Sol Nigh is your dawn As the night is cold Within the sea A writhing mass Source of knowledge Forged in dust A chain of sinew Stretching forth Children of flesh, children of blood, and time Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir But through This A loss To the self And the false Sense of light A dark Perverse Mind Forgetting the past To devour the marrow of all A cancer of thought Breeds death The sons of light Stricken and worn A cannibalistic being Failure of eternity Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption? In it, Ouroboros is complete. Devour thyself. Devour thyself. If you wish that your end Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Sol Medius | 25:53 | Show lyrics |
The horizon, an unfathomable darkness Beacons of light within, gleam dimly From the farthest of existence The offspring observes A history written in reverse Leading to One Exhalation Of an unknown breath. Parallel structures emerge Between incomparable proportions Revealed symmetry From aberrant appearance. Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity From it, a volition of immortality. The vessel of intellect Thrusts the sight, light years away An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos. Wandering the blackened void, there lie Elemental whispers of the primordial Ordinance Attracting each other, forming clouds Which collapse into higher densities A unity of spherical mass With a diadem as umbilical chord. Thus, the God-Kings are born The ever-burning forges of the cosmos Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together Condensing into weight, forcing into substance From the remnants, their children arise Hearth-givers and messengers to them alike. The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout From weightless elements to beasts of metal mass From oneness to mind-bending complexity. Spectral, though, is the hand that infuses with spirit If it is not grabbed, how won’t it always vanish? When even Gods one day fade out. The dream is dying, the mirror cracking The begetter cannot protect the offspring From the blazing fate of his own demise Yet, lays down all else in their grasp. Within the endless dark sea of unknowing The rays of far-away beacons Still conjoin in patterns meaningful An explosion of evitability The self-transforming agents Divine feedback mechanisms Returning the sight inwards We are Soldiers Volition of the Universe Sentinels of All Murderers of Self Scorners of Oblivion Impermanence and transformation Complexity and bonding Progression of Logos, Extra-conscious transcendence A spiral path we must walk Towards an ever-dark horizon. |
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3. | Spectral Lore & Mare Cognitum - Red Giant | 14:24 | instrumental |
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01:09:27 |
Sol
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments, Songwriting (tracks 2, 3) |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | All instruments, Songwriting (track 1, 3) |
Guest/Session | |
Jacob Buczarski | Vocals (additional) (track 2) |
Ayloss | Guitars (additional) (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Producer (track 2) |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
Josef Barton | Artwork |
Jacob Buczarski | Producer (track 1) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Mare Cognitum - Sol Ouroboros | 29:10 | Show lyrics |
A sign beheld Of living stone Sprawling across the vault of heaven An embrace of amorphous clay The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life Thrusting infinite pressure Mass infinite fragments Dense solar clusters Energy creates beginning Unbearable crushing tension In turbulent discord Bleeding out the newborn And reforming the flesh The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart A host to feed on the gushing wounds And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star Breathe In your Life And Illuminate Yourself Stellar winds Blow Until your life Ends Arise Son of Sol Nigh is your dawn As the night is cold Within the sea A writhing mass Source of knowledge Forged in dust A chain of sinew Stretching forth Children of flesh, children of blood, and time Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir But through This A loss To the self And the false Sense of light A dark Perverse Mind Forgetting the past To devour the marrow of all A cancer of thought Breeds death The sons of light Stricken and worn A cannibalistic being Failure of eternity Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption? In it, Ouroboros is complete. Devour thyself. Devour thyself. If you wish that your end Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Sol Medius | 25:53 | Show lyrics |
The horizon, an unfathomable darkness Beacons of light within, gleam dimly From the farthest of existence The offspring observes A history written in reverse Leading to One Exhalation Of an unknown breath. Parallel structures emerge Between incomparable proportions Revealed symmetry From aberrant appearance. Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity From it, a volition of immortality. The vessel of intellect Thrusts the sight, light years away An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos. Wandering the blackened void, there lie Elemental whispers of the primordial Ordinance Attracting each other, forming clouds Which collapse into higher densities A unity of spherical mass With a diadem as umbilical chord. Thus, the God-Kings are born The ever-burning forges of the cosmos Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together Condensing into weight, forcing into substance From the remnants, their children arise Hearth-givers and messengers to them alike. The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout From weightless elements to beasts of metal mass From oneness to mind-bending complexity. Spectral, though, is the hand that infuses with spirit If it is not grabbed, how won’t it always vanish? When even Gods one day fade out. The dream is dying, the mirror cracking The begetter cannot protect the offspring From the blazing fate of his own demise Yet, lays down all else in their grasp. Within the endless dark sea of unknowing The rays of far-away beacons Still conjoin in patterns meaningful An explosion of evitability The self-transforming agents Divine feedback mechanisms Returning the sight inwards We are Soldiers Volition of the Universe Sentinels of All Murderers of Self Scorners of Oblivion Impermanence and transformation Complexity and bonding Progression of Logos, Extra-conscious transcendence A spiral path we must walk Towards an ever-dark horizon. |
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3. | Spectral Lore & Mare Cognitum - Red Giant | 14:24 | instrumental |
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01:09:27 |
Sol
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments, Songwriting (tracks 2, 3) |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | All instruments, Songwriting (track 1, 3) |
Guest/Session | |
Jacob Buczarski | Vocals (additional) (track 2) |
Ayloss | Guitars (additional) (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Producer (track 2) |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
Josef Barton | Artwork |
Jacob Buczarski | Producer (track 1) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Mare Cognitum - Sol Ouroboros | 29:10 | Show lyrics |
A sign beheld Of living stone Sprawling across the vault of heaven An embrace of amorphous clay The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life Thrusting infinite pressure Mass infinite fragments Dense solar clusters Energy creates beginning Unbearable crushing tension In turbulent discord Bleeding out the newborn And reforming the flesh The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart A host to feed on the gushing wounds And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star Breathe In your Life And Illuminate Yourself Stellar winds Blow Until your life Ends Arise Son of Sol Nigh is your dawn As the night is cold Within the sea A writhing mass Source of knowledge Forged in dust A chain of sinew Stretching forth Children of flesh, children of blood, and time Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir But through This A loss To the self And the false Sense of light A dark Perverse Mind Forgetting the past To devour the marrow of all A cancer of thought Breeds death The sons of light Stricken and worn A cannibalistic being Failure of eternity Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption? In it, Ouroboros is complete. Devour thyself. Devour thyself. If you wish that your end Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Sol Medius | 25:53 | Show lyrics |
The horizon, an unfathomable darkness Beacons of light within, gleam dimly From the farthest of existence The offspring observes A history written in reverse Leading to One Exhalation Of an unknown breath. Parallel structures emerge Between incomparable proportions Revealed symmetry From aberrant appearance. Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity From it, a volition of immortality. The vessel of intellect Thrusts the sight, light years away An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos. Wandering the blackened void, there lie Elemental whispers of the primordial Ordinance Attracting each other, forming clouds Which collapse into higher densities A unity of spherical mass With a diadem as umbilical chord. Thus, the God-Kings are born The ever-burning forges of the cosmos Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together Condensing into weight, forcing into substance From the remnants, their children arise Hearth-givers and messengers to them alike. The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout From weightless elements to beasts of metal mass From oneness to mind-bending complexity. Spectral, though, is the hand that infuses with spirit If it is not grabbed, how won’t it always vanish? When even Gods one day fade out. The dream is dying, the mirror cracking The begetter cannot protect the offspring From the blazing fate of his own demise Yet, lays down all else in their grasp. Within the endless dark sea of unknowing The rays of far-away beacons Still conjoin in patterns meaningful An explosion of evitability The self-transforming agents Divine feedback mechanisms Returning the sight inwards We are Soldiers Volition of the Universe Sentinels of All Murderers of Self Scorners of Oblivion Impermanence and transformation Complexity and bonding Progression of Logos, Extra-conscious transcendence A spiral path we must walk Towards an ever-dark horizon. |
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3. | Spectral Lore & Mare Cognitum - Red Giant | 14:24 | instrumental |
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01:09:27 |
Sol
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments, Songwriting (tracks 2, 3) |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | All instruments, Songwriting (track 1, 3) |
Guest/Session | |
Jacob Buczarski | Vocals (additional) (track 2) |
Ayloss | Guitars (additional) (track 1) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Producer (track 2) |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
Josef Barton | Artwork |
Jacob Buczarski | Producer (track 1) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (33⅓ RPM) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Mare Cognitum - Sol Ouroboros | 29:10 | Show lyrics |
A sign beheld Of living stone Sprawling across the vault of heaven An embrace of amorphous clay The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life Thrusting infinite pressure Mass infinite fragments Dense solar clusters Energy creates beginning Unbearable crushing tension In turbulent discord Bleeding out the newborn And reforming the flesh The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart A host to feed on the gushing wounds And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star Breathe In your Life And Illuminate Yourself Stellar winds Blow Until your life Ends Arise Son of Sol Nigh is your dawn As the night is cold Within the sea A writhing mass Source of knowledge Forged in dust A chain of sinew Stretching forth Children of flesh, children of blood, and time Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir But through This A loss To the self And the false Sense of light A dark Perverse Mind Forgetting the past To devour the marrow of all A cancer of thought Breeds death The sons of light Stricken and worn A cannibalistic being Failure of eternity Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption? In it, Ouroboros is complete. Devour thyself. Devour thyself. If you wish that your end Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere |
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Side B | |||
2. | Spectral Lore - Sol Medius | 25:53 | Show lyrics |
The horizon, an unfathomable darkness Beacons of light within, gleam dimly From the farthest of existence The offspring observes A history written in reverse Leading to One Exhalation Of an unknown breath. Parallel structures emerge Between incomparable proportions Revealed symmetry From aberrant appearance. Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity From it, a volition of immortality. The vessel of intellect Thrusts the sight, light years away An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos. Wandering the blackened void, there lie Elemental whispers of the primordial Ordinance Attracting each other, forming clouds Which collapse into higher densities A unity of spherical mass With a diadem as umbilical chord. Thus, the God-Kings are born The ever-burning forges of the cosmos Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together Condensing into weight, forcing into substance From the remnants, their children arise Hearth-givers and messengers to them alike. The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout From weightless elements to beasts of metal mass From oneness to mind-bending complexity. Spectral, though, is the hand that infuses with spirit If it is not grabbed, how won’t it always vanish? When even Gods one day fade out. The dream is dying, the mirror cracking The begetter cannot protect the offspring From the blazing fate of his own demise Yet, lays down all else in their grasp. Within the endless dark sea of unknowing The rays of far-away beacons Still conjoin in patterns meaningful An explosion of evitability The self-transforming agents Divine feedback mechanisms Returning the sight inwards We are Soldiers Volition of the Universe Sentinels of All Murderers of Self Scorners of Oblivion Impermanence and transformation Complexity and bonding Progression of Logos, Extra-conscious transcendence A spiral path we must walk Towards an ever-dark horizon. |
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55:03 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Single-sided | |||
1. | Spectral Lore & Mare Cognitum - Red Giant | 14:24 | instrumental |
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14:24 |
III
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Band members | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Benjamin A. Vierling | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 - Part I: Singularity | |||
1. | Omphalos | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
The weight of the World Is crushing down Everything to the core. Despotically it protects From straying into the void Despotically it commands For omnipresent strength. I have fallen From the weight of the world And I am being pulled down Towards the center of being. It is as if Matter Wants to hold itself together In vain, against the cold estrangement Of continious expansion. I rise to claim my Identity Against the grind of amorphous clay Pushing the soil down Destroying the Rock with my fists To see the Light of Day ~ Born to the world of Wonder Of endless promise and finite, abrupt reality With dreams directed towards the Higher dimensions Inbetween deceptive phenomena and elusive noumena The navel of Motherly love must be cut To escape the inevitable demise From the blazing hands of the Father Without wanton belief and asuredness The path to the gateway of cosmos Is a small ray, deep throughout the inmensurable darkness. |
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2. | The Veiled Garden | 16:32 | Show lyrics |
O Dream, a painter you are, vivid and exquisite. Winged and unchained, you lead me into worlds of lightness and magnitude. But the soil I set my foot on, is the sole I can feel. And so you return me, dazzled and bewitched, each time to it. Cold and hard it has turned, unattended. Where is my Will? Where is my Persistance? In my Dreamland I am Strong and Unbending. Soaring the Skies, defeating Tyrants, facing the Sun. The soil hides roots that go deep into the earth. With toil they are kindled, unveiling fruit hidden within. Slowly I must tender them. Each fruit is also a Dream. Of texture harsh, of weight considerable. If opened, it reveals a world of its own. Unique and unimaginable. But, things of Matter are harsh for my hands. They bleed from the thorns of Struggle and Neccesity. Their painful embrace triggers rememberance, Of scornful past and accursed future. A burning ache in the chest, in the eyes, The grotesque dance of vermin under the skin And the fog starts to set back in again. ~ I awake within the forest. It is unusually solemn and contemplative, Almost sensuous in its near silence of faint gust and rustling. A drifting presence is felt near the bounds of my senses. Through the silver pathways of the forest I hunt for it. I cannot reach but its mirage, which gracefully flees. A trail with blood on its side appears. It leads to a deer which had its throat cut open. Then to a woman, severed in the same manner. Not with terror, but in inexplicable awe I move on. The red path ends in a garden surrounded by shadows. An altar lies inside, besides it, a dark figure. It holds two severed heads, each one the source of a crimson river. It turns over to me. The memory brutally unveils the curtain of "I" I look, eye to eye, to the concealed Truth of ages past. It commands me, pointing into the white stone. The urge to submit is abominable. I look away and run towards the Sun. In hope it is real and not part of a scenery that’s falling apart. With every last ounce of strength, I throw myself towards the scorching heat. Defiant Fire of Judgement, for Now and Forever, measure my Spirit! |
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3. | The Cold March Towards Eternal Brightness | 14:42 | Show lyrics |
Winter awakes. Cold wind and white drapery everywhere. I emerge through the ice. Every nerve comes alive in excruciating pain. Here, the soul fights eternally, inertia and stagnation its nemesis. The march towards Actualization begins from the plainest of pathways. Yet behind every step, as heavy or lumpy as it may be, lies a purpose. What is the fabric that makes the dreams of Day? The Statue of Self, sculpted from the hardest, finest rock. A most Noble Warrior. I see it in a great distance, concealed by mist. The world cast a small shadow over me. It is he, the tragic hero, who does not simply want to Grow, But to Change. What is, that makes Man? What is, that makes the Over-man? Time passes as I cannot ever seem to get close enough. Yet, eventually, the mist collapses and the figure clears out. It is crude, without details, contorted into grotesque proportions. Empty on the inside, a simple shell. The wind blows softly and shatters it into pieces. Around the remains, a multitude of streams pour their waters Flooding the wretched land, carrying me, away with them Into another place, of Light. The Seeker is tired to look back. The gaze must awaken Outwards, to be fully alive. Rejoice, Soul Touch the Ecstatic Truth Sense the Eternal Now Awake within the Gaia The broken, constituent parts were carried along with the stream Each one is the name of a Virtue. I reassemble and bury them within the ground. I still carry the Black Beast, chained inside. And all past rememberance. What is my ideal then? But a dream with roots in the ground. Of roots weaved together into a colossal, collective trunk, That rises, piercing the Sky, into the depths of the Universe. ~ Throughout the times of perplexity and illusion We’ve got some last Gods left, worth keeping That go by such names as Kindness and Honesty. I want us to hold swords again As in the years of the old tales. But this time, to fight for Dignity and Solidarity. I want us to look like idiots into the eyes of the Dragons Like newborns, lying under the sun. Against the waves of darkness and death I’m walking with Eternal Brightness in my eyes. |
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4. | Drifting Through Moss and Ancient Stone | 11:26 | instrumental |
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50:08 | |||
Disc 2 - Part II: Eternity | |||
1. | The Spiral Fountain | 10:46 | Show lyrics |
A breath, formed into the atmosphere, Rained down into the oceans Was led into a little stream That fed a spiral fountain. From there, drops of ocean blood Fell down into the ground And mixed with the earth Forming patterns, from chaos born. A child, full of wonder, arose Destined to walk the gardens of Eden. Uncertainty, its parting present, Potency its destiny. A manifest of cosmic will. The child wandered, hunted, killed and quenched its thirst from the marbled stone. And it rejoiced; but as time passed on, discovered there was nothing else to see, to hunt, to kill, to drink. In despair, the Man turned to his Mother The sight reflected on the water And returned with a vision of Self Transparent, he saw a multitude Of I’s, each with the same spiral inside. "You, Fountain, who has given me birth You, who grew me into a Man, powerful and sane, Save me now from wither, madness and solitude" The Stone laid unmoved, in silence. The Stream continued to flow, in perpetual motion. The Man understood; yet his soul did not rest But was filled with the Fire of Defiance. He stepped into the crooked stone To ascend into the spiral staircase Leading up, into the heavens high Where the Breath of the Father was once uttered. At the staircase’s end, way above the Earth, Nothing laid, but the blackness of space And the one primordial molecule, carrying the Word. "No eternity was ever promised to you, Child. To travel beyond the Stars, into the marvels of macrocosm, You must first conquer the smallest, inner void. To reach the point where universes intersect. My Word is forgotten, with every division, every new birth. Learn me, renew me, reach into the end of my telos." |
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2. | A Rider in the Lands of an Infinite Dreamscape | 12:45 | Show lyrics |
Like the Wind, I sweep through majestic landscapes Wandering, lost, among endless deserts, forests, Deep seas and high mountains. They rise, glorious but melancholic around me. As if knowing... their own impermanence. How small and insignificant they make me feel. Then, time creeps in, and I remember Death. And questions do not leave me. Why did the first organic molecule copy itself? Did it think it could retain its consciousness that way? Or hoped that its offspring would someway, someday, escape mortality? Maybe through constant change and evolution? Gaia screams and coils around me. The organic and inorganic in union. Affecting and re-defining each other. Is it complete, that way, or still void, as ourselves, seeking for fullfillment? I see the pain and meaninglessness, and feel it deep inside. The cycle of renewal, of the demise of individual existence, is still one of tragedy. Why would we have attained consciousness, If we were always supposed to adhere to the Eternal Law? Is my Will opposite to that of the Outer? Or, can we forge paths of harmony, inbetween us? If I can dream, therefore I can transform. We are Warriors of the Universe. We are here for a reason. I believe it wants us to change it. It wants us to evolve ourselves, then our surroundings. But how? In what direction? Where is right and wrong, in the cosmic scale? Is it enough to be "good" human beings? Or is this feat, of such unimaginable difficulty, That every human must absolutely surpass the limits of one’s existance, Towards greater and greater understanding, complexity, continuity, fulfillment. In a great mission to defeat Gravity, to liberate, once and forever, All Existence from the cycle of birth and death (bang and crunch). To extend into all dimensions, physical and temporal. |
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3. | Cosmic Significance | 13:51 | instrumental |
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37:22 |
III
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Benjamin A. Vierling | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Omphalos | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
The weight of the World Is crushing down Everything to the core. Despotically it protects From straying into the void Despotically it commands For omnipresent strength. I have fallen From the weight of the world And I am being pulled down Towards the center of being. It is as if Matter Wants to hold itself together In vain, against the cold estrangement Of continious expansion. I rise to claim my Identity Against the grind of amorphous clay Pushing the soil down Destroying the Rock with my fists To see the Light of Day ~ Born to the world of Wonder Of endless promise and finite, abrupt reality With dreams directed towards the Higher dimensions Inbetween deceptive phenomena and elusive noumena The navel of Motherly love must be cut To escape the inevitable demise From the blazing hands of the Father Without wanton belief and asuredness The path to the gateway of cosmos Is a small ray, deep throughout the inmensurable darkness. |
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2. | The Veiled Garden | 16:32 | Show lyrics |
O Dream, a painter you are, vivid and exquisite. Winged and unchained, you lead me into worlds of lightness and magnitude. But the soil I set my foot on, is the sole I can feel. And so you return me, dazzled and bewitched, each time to it. Cold and hard it has turned, unattended. Where is my Will? Where is my Persistance? In my Dreamland I am Strong and Unbending. Soaring the Skies, defeating Tyrants, facing the Sun. The soil hides roots that go deep into the earth. With toil they are kindled, unveiling fruit hidden within. Slowly I must tender them. Each fruit is also a Dream. Of texture harsh, of weight considerable. If opened, it reveals a world of its own. Unique and unimaginable. But, things of Matter are harsh for my hands. They bleed from the thorns of Struggle and Neccesity. Their painful embrace triggers rememberance, Of scornful past and accursed future. A burning ache in the chest, in the eyes, The grotesque dance of vermin under the skin And the fog starts to set back in again. ~ I awake within the forest. It is unusually solemn and contemplative, Almost sensuous in its near silence of faint gust and rustling. A drifting presence is felt near the bounds of my senses. Through the silver pathways of the forest I hunt for it. I cannot reach but its mirage, which gracefully flees. A trail with blood on its side appears. It leads to a deer which had its throat cut open. Then to a woman, severed in the same manner. Not with terror, but in inexplicable awe I move on. The red path ends in a garden surrounded by shadows. An altar lies inside, besides it, a dark figure. It holds two severed heads, each one the source of a crimson river. It turns over to me. The memory brutally unveils the curtain of "I" I look, eye to eye, to the concealed Truth of ages past. It commands me, pointing into the white stone. The urge to submit is abominable. I look away and run towards the Sun. In hope it is real and not part of a scenery that’s falling apart. With every last ounce of strength, I throw myself towards the scorching heat. Defiant Fire of Judgement, for Now and Forever, measure my Spirit! |
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3. | The Cold March Towards Eternal Brightness | 14:42 | Show lyrics |
Winter awakes. Cold wind and white drapery everywhere. I emerge through the ice. Every nerve comes alive in excruciating pain. Here, the soul fights eternally, inertia and stagnation its nemesis. The march towards Actualization begins from the plainest of pathways. Yet behind every step, as heavy or lumpy as it may be, lies a purpose. What is the fabric that makes the dreams of Day? The Statue of Self, sculpted from the hardest, finest rock. A most Noble Warrior. I see it in a great distance, concealed by mist. The world cast a small shadow over me. It is he, the tragic hero, who does not simply want to Grow, But to Change. What is, that makes Man? What is, that makes the Over-man? Time passes as I cannot ever seem to get close enough. Yet, eventually, the mist collapses and the figure clears out. It is crude, without details, contorted into grotesque proportions. Empty on the inside, a simple shell. The wind blows softly and shatters it into pieces. Around the remains, a multitude of streams pour their waters Flooding the wretched land, carrying me, away with them Into another place, of Light. The Seeker is tired to look back. The gaze must awaken Outwards, to be fully alive. Rejoice, Soul Touch the Ecstatic Truth Sense the Eternal Now Awake within the Gaia The broken, constituent parts were carried along with the stream Each one is the name of a Virtue. I reassemble and bury them within the ground. I still carry the Black Beast, chained inside. And all past rememberance. What is my ideal then? But a dream with roots in the ground. Of roots weaved together into a colossal, collective trunk, That rises, piercing the Sky, into the depths of the Universe. ~ Throughout the times of perplexity and illusion We’ve got some last Gods left, worth keeping That go by such names as Kindness and Honesty. I want us to hold swords again As in the years of the old tales. But this time, to fight for Dignity and Solidarity. I want us to look like idiots into the eyes of the Dragons Like newborns, lying under the sun. Against the waves of darkness and death I’m walking with Eternal Brightness in my eyes. |
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4. | Drifting Through Moss and Ancient Stone | 11:26 | instrumental |
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5. | The Spiral Fountain | 10:46 | Show lyrics |
A breath, formed into the atmosphere, Rained down into the oceans Was led into a little stream That fed a spiral fountain. From there, drops of ocean blood Fell down into the ground And mixed with the earth Forming patterns, from chaos born. A child, full of wonder, arose Destined to walk the gardens of Eden. Uncertainty, its parting present, Potency its destiny. A manifest of cosmic will. The child wandered, hunted, killed and quenched its thirst from the marbled stone. And it rejoiced; but as time passed on, discovered there was nothing else to see, to hunt, to kill, to drink. In despair, the Man turned to his Mother The sight reflected on the water And returned with a vision of Self Transparent, he saw a multitude Of I’s, each with the same spiral inside. "You, Fountain, who has given me birth You, who grew me into a Man, powerful and sane, Save me now from wither, madness and solitude" The Stone laid unmoved, in silence. The Stream continued to flow, in perpetual motion. The Man understood; yet his soul did not rest But was filled with the Fire of Defiance. He stepped into the crooked stone To ascend into the spiral staircase Leading up, into the heavens high Where the Breath of the Father was once uttered. At the staircase’s end, way above the Earth, Nothing laid, but the blackness of space And the one primordial molecule, carrying the Word. "No eternity was ever promised to you, Child. To travel beyond the Stars, into the marvels of macrocosm, You must first conquer the smallest, inner void. To reach the point where universes intersect. My Word is forgotten, with every division, every new birth. Learn me, renew me, reach into the end of my telos." |
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6. | A Rider in the Lands of an Infinite Dreamscape | 12:45 | Show lyrics |
Like the Wind, I sweep through majestic landscapes Wandering, lost, among endless deserts, forests, Deep seas and high mountains. They rise, glorious but melancholic around me. As if knowing... their own impermanence. How small and insignificant they make me feel. Then, time creeps in, and I remember Death. And questions do not leave me. Why did the first organic molecule copy itself? Did it think it could retain its consciousness that way? Or hoped that its offspring would someway, someday, escape mortality? Maybe through constant change and evolution? Gaia screams and coils around me. The organic and inorganic in union. Affecting and re-defining each other. Is it complete, that way, or still void, as ourselves, seeking for fullfillment? I see the pain and meaninglessness, and feel it deep inside. The cycle of renewal, of the demise of individual existence, is still one of tragedy. Why would we have attained consciousness, If we were always supposed to adhere to the Eternal Law? Is my Will opposite to that of the Outer? Or, can we forge paths of harmony, inbetween us? If I can dream, therefore I can transform. We are Warriors of the Universe. We are here for a reason. I believe it wants us to change it. It wants us to evolve ourselves, then our surroundings. But how? In what direction? Where is right and wrong, in the cosmic scale? Is it enough to be "good" human beings? Or is this feat, of such unimaginable difficulty, That every human must absolutely surpass the limits of one’s existance, Towards greater and greater understanding, complexity, continuity, fulfillment. In a great mission to defeat Gravity, to liberate, once and forever, All Existence from the cycle of birth and death (bang and crunch). To extend into all dimensions, physical and temporal. |
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7. | Cosmic Significance | 13:51 | instrumental |
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01:27:30 |
III
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Benjamin A. Vierling | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 - Part I: Singularity | |||
1. | Omphalos | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
The weight of the World Is crushing down Everything to the core. Despotically it protects From straying into the void Despotically it commands For omnipresent strength. I have fallen From the weight of the world And I am being pulled down Towards the center of being. It is as if Matter Wants to hold itself together In vain, against the cold estrangement Of continious expansion. I rise to claim my Identity Against the grind of amorphous clay Pushing the soil down Destroying the Rock with my fists To see the Light of Day ~ Born to the world of Wonder Of endless promise and finite, abrupt reality With dreams directed towards the Higher dimensions Inbetween deceptive phenomena and elusive noumena The navel of Motherly love must be cut To escape the inevitable demise From the blazing hands of the Father Without wanton belief and asuredness The path to the gateway of cosmos Is a small ray, deep throughout the inmensurable darkness. |
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2. | The Veiled Garden | 16:32 | Show lyrics |
O Dream, a painter you are, vivid and exquisite. Winged and unchained, you lead me into worlds of lightness and magnitude. But the soil I set my foot on, is the sole I can feel. And so you return me, dazzled and bewitched, each time to it. Cold and hard it has turned, unattended. Where is my Will? Where is my Persistance? In my Dreamland I am Strong and Unbending. Soaring the Skies, defeating Tyrants, facing the Sun. The soil hides roots that go deep into the earth. With toil they are kindled, unveiling fruit hidden within. Slowly I must tender them. Each fruit is also a Dream. Of texture harsh, of weight considerable. If opened, it reveals a world of its own. Unique and unimaginable. But, things of Matter are harsh for my hands. They bleed from the thorns of Struggle and Neccesity. Their painful embrace triggers rememberance, Of scornful past and accursed future. A burning ache in the chest, in the eyes, The grotesque dance of vermin under the skin And the fog starts to set back in again. ~ I awake within the forest. It is unusually solemn and contemplative, Almost sensuous in its near silence of faint gust and rustling. A drifting presence is felt near the bounds of my senses. Through the silver pathways of the forest I hunt for it. I cannot reach but its mirage, which gracefully flees. A trail with blood on its side appears. It leads to a deer which had its throat cut open. Then to a woman, severed in the same manner. Not with terror, but in inexplicable awe I move on. The red path ends in a garden surrounded by shadows. An altar lies inside, besides it, a dark figure. It holds two severed heads, each one the source of a crimson river. It turns over to me. The memory brutally unveils the curtain of "I" I look, eye to eye, to the concealed Truth of ages past. It commands me, pointing into the white stone. The urge to submit is abominable. I look away and run towards the Sun. In hope it is real and not part of a scenery that’s falling apart. With every last ounce of strength, I throw myself towards the scorching heat. Defiant Fire of Judgement, for Now and Forever, measure my Spirit! |
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3. | The Cold March Towards Eternal Brightness | 14:42 | Show lyrics |
Winter awakes. Cold wind and white drapery everywhere. I emerge through the ice. Every nerve comes alive in excruciating pain. Here, the soul fights eternally, inertia and stagnation its nemesis. The march towards Actualization begins from the plainest of pathways. Yet behind every step, as heavy or lumpy as it may be, lies a purpose. What is the fabric that makes the dreams of Day? The Statue of Self, sculpted from the hardest, finest rock. A most Noble Warrior. I see it in a great distance, concealed by mist. The world cast a small shadow over me. It is he, the tragic hero, who does not simply want to Grow, But to Change. What is, that makes Man? What is, that makes the Over-man? Time passes as I cannot ever seem to get close enough. Yet, eventually, the mist collapses and the figure clears out. It is crude, without details, contorted into grotesque proportions. Empty on the inside, a simple shell. The wind blows softly and shatters it into pieces. Around the remains, a multitude of streams pour their waters Flooding the wretched land, carrying me, away with them Into another place, of Light. The Seeker is tired to look back. The gaze must awaken Outwards, to be fully alive. Rejoice, Soul Touch the Ecstatic Truth Sense the Eternal Now Awake within the Gaia The broken, constituent parts were carried along with the stream Each one is the name of a Virtue. I reassemble and bury them within the ground. I still carry the Black Beast, chained inside. And all past rememberance. What is my ideal then? But a dream with roots in the ground. Of roots weaved together into a colossal, collective trunk, That rises, piercing the Sky, into the depths of the Universe. ~ Throughout the times of perplexity and illusion We’ve got some last Gods left, worth keeping That go by such names as Kindness and Honesty. I want us to hold swords again As in the years of the old tales. But this time, to fight for Dignity and Solidarity. I want us to look like idiots into the eyes of the Dragons Like newborns, lying under the sun. Against the waves of darkness and death I’m walking with Eternal Brightness in my eyes. |
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4. | Drifting Through Moss and Ancient Stone | 11:26 | instrumental |
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50:08 | |||
Disc 2 - Part II: Eternity | |||
1. | The Spiral Fountain | 10:46 | Show lyrics |
A breath, formed into the atmosphere, Rained down into the oceans Was led into a little stream That fed a spiral fountain. From there, drops of ocean blood Fell down into the ground And mixed with the earth Forming patterns, from chaos born. A child, full of wonder, arose Destined to walk the gardens of Eden. Uncertainty, its parting present, Potency its destiny. A manifest of cosmic will. The child wandered, hunted, killed and quenched its thirst from the marbled stone. And it rejoiced; but as time passed on, discovered there was nothing else to see, to hunt, to kill, to drink. In despair, the Man turned to his Mother The sight reflected on the water And returned with a vision of Self Transparent, he saw a multitude Of I’s, each with the same spiral inside. "You, Fountain, who has given me birth You, who grew me into a Man, powerful and sane, Save me now from wither, madness and solitude" The Stone laid unmoved, in silence. The Stream continued to flow, in perpetual motion. The Man understood; yet his soul did not rest But was filled with the Fire of Defiance. He stepped into the crooked stone To ascend into the spiral staircase Leading up, into the heavens high Where the Breath of the Father was once uttered. At the staircase’s end, way above the Earth, Nothing laid, but the blackness of space And the one primordial molecule, carrying the Word. "No eternity was ever promised to you, Child. To travel beyond the Stars, into the marvels of macrocosm, You must first conquer the smallest, inner void. To reach the point where universes intersect. My Word is forgotten, with every division, every new birth. Learn me, renew me, reach into the end of my telos." |
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2. | A Rider in the Lands of an Infinite Dreamscape | 12:45 | Show lyrics |
Like the Wind, I sweep through majestic landscapes Wandering, lost, among endless deserts, forests, Deep seas and high mountains. They rise, glorious but melancholic around me. As if knowing... their own impermanence. How small and insignificant they make me feel. Then, time creeps in, and I remember Death. And questions do not leave me. Why did the first organic molecule copy itself? Did it think it could retain its consciousness that way? Or hoped that its offspring would someway, someday, escape mortality? Maybe through constant change and evolution? Gaia screams and coils around me. The organic and inorganic in union. Affecting and re-defining each other. Is it complete, that way, or still void, as ourselves, seeking for fullfillment? I see the pain and meaninglessness, and feel it deep inside. The cycle of renewal, of the demise of individual existence, is still one of tragedy. Why would we have attained consciousness, If we were always supposed to adhere to the Eternal Law? Is my Will opposite to that of the Outer? Or, can we forge paths of harmony, inbetween us? If I can dream, therefore I can transform. We are Warriors of the Universe. We are here for a reason. I believe it wants us to change it. It wants us to evolve ourselves, then our surroundings. But how? In what direction? Where is right and wrong, in the cosmic scale? Is it enough to be "good" human beings? Or is this feat, of such unimaginable difficulty, That every human must absolutely surpass the limits of one’s existance, Towards greater and greater understanding, complexity, continuity, fulfillment. In a great mission to defeat Gravity, to liberate, once and forever, All Existence from the cycle of birth and death (bang and crunch). To extend into all dimensions, physical and temporal. |
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3. | Cosmic Significance | 13:51 | instrumental |
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37:22 |
The Quivering Lights
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Nachtreich - Lights | 06:46 | |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Quivering | 08:25 | |
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3. | Nachtreich - Greyness | 05:39 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nachtreich - Ghost Lights | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Here I walk on my own again, no shelter in the autumn rain, rusty leaves paint the world in marble gold, while the sun stares down so cold Silent tombs wait outside, illuminated by a shivering light through the bleak window of my soul, emptiness enshrouds this light in woe The naked trees are the audience, winds whisper lullabies of evanescence, myriads of shadows around so old and with every fallen leaf, a long lost soul |
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5. | Spectral Lore - Vanishing | 11:31 | |
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6. | Spectral Lore - Reflection | 06:32 | |
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45:50 |
The Quivering Lights
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Quivering | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
An idea that made the soul stir Words transformed into deeds Deeds into ink, ink into memory The embers became silent A glorious day. I curse you, Sun, for I know You’ll only rise, as long as you fall down again. That night, I dreamt. I laid down among the twigs A passing stream appeared Pleased, I left it engulf me Yet, it receded into drought As if it were never there. A cold breeze awakens me. The candle-light flickers violently. Do I hold fate in my hands? And if I do, is it like a bent wooden toy That breaks, thrusting at a vision Too great for its briefness I have begun to feel vibrancy and warmth withdraw from my hands. It is as if my vessel, not excluding the organs responsible for what is naively called the soul, Is being dried out of life, naturally and completely peacefully. Yet, I am still young. |
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5. | Spectral Lore - Vanishing | 11:31 | Show lyrics |
There is an invisible thread that binds everything, thin and fragile. I must have cut it, because I hear the song of the leaves and the wind But I cannot feel them. Though, if it was called Spirit, God, or self-deceptive hope Then I have no regrets. Screams echo within the forest. Dort, auf einer dunklen Lichtung, tötet Apollo Dionysus. Doch während er weiter rein, kalt und steril bleibt, antworten die Sterne nicht mehr. (Eng. There, in a dark clearing, Apollo kills Dionysus. Yet, while he remains pure, cold and sterile, The stars no longer answer.) And all Light is now made from Ghosts Distant, obsolete, fading pages Calling me to Join. I run towards the river of my dream All that is, was and will be. It is gushing with Blood, true and vengeful Pulling me, towards an inward spiral Leading into the Heart of the Earth. Yet, here I shall forever Hold. |
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6. | Spectral Lore - Reflection | 06:31 | instrumental |
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26:26 |
The Quivering Lights
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nachtreich - Lights | 06:46 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Spectral Lore - Quivering | 08:25 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Nachtreich - Greyness | 05:39 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Nachtreich - Ghost Lights | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Here I walk on my own again, no shelter in the autumn rain, rusty leaves paint the world in marble gold, while the sun stares down so cold Silent tombs wait outside, illuminated by a shivering light through the bleak window of my soul, emptiness enshrouds this light in woe The naked trees are the audience, winds whisper lullabies of evanescence, myriads of shadows around so old and with every fallen leaf, a long lost soul |
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5. | Spectral Lore - Vanishing | 11:31 | |
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6. | Spectral Lore - Reflection | 06:32 | |
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45:50 |
Gnosis
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Ayloss | All instruments, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
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1. | Dualism | 08:53 | Show lyrics |
Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity The soul yearns for desire One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning. So complex, conflicting, the wants of man The pleasures of flesh, nature’s decree No less than the longing of the spirit For everything that is out of the world For that which destroys the predictability of this world For that which unchains the eternal laws, which prohibit eternity and infinity. These notions, existing only in the human mind, Rise above the programmed, unfolding matter of the cosmos Yet, they still emerge out of the flesh, dependent, And cease a moment after it fails. Are we truly then, a part of this world Or are we, the Children of Matter, Perishing aimlessly, by the hand of our own parent Their wondrous plane destroyed again and again For it is desire, not observation, that the soul is eternal Rationality speaks to my ego To battle with death, to hate the frail flesh To aim for the transfiguration of my being To conquer eternity and infinity The Cosmos speaks to my soul To embrace body and love, to be a sentinel of life And willingly join with All, in eternity and infinity Renouncing identity and person-hood Can these perspectives be reconciled? When every action sways towards one or the other Or is it self-deceit to search for a middle path? |
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2. | Gnosis’ Journey Through the Ages | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Man’s soul is an enigma. A part of the cosmos, yet so different to it. An eye that looks beyond the flesh A mind that creates a new dimension, That of forms and ideas. What is more natural, Than to walk even further On the uphill path That led us here. Wisdom soars through the ages The eye that sees the world as it is Made from it, yet not of it Owned by no one, it binds us as one Unveiling the eternal threads that connect us. The inner truth, beyond what is experienced, Is an object to behold, yet not an object in itself, But the relation in-between, the shadow and the sun, The word and the meaning, one being and another, The direction of the universe’s flow. Τhrough Gnosis it is brought back into life, A cycle complete. Oh Godess, lead me into your heart Let me bring you pregnant light Let it descend through the heavens then again, To lay on the fertile seed of the future. Earth and Space. Body and Consciousness. Eros and Logos. Man and Culture. Parts and Whole. Emerging, all-encompassing, concentric circles. Show me these moments When the layers converge And inspiration forms. The right order for the path to the stars. Humanity needs a purpose that is outside of her. The mind flies away, out of this planet, Into far away galaxies, into timeless domains. What is our part in the greater scheme of it all? I yearn for transformation. |
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3. | Averroes’ Search | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Aristoteles through the eye of Averroes. Averroes through the eye of Borges. Borges through the eye of Me. A line that passes through the ages, eroded By loss of memory, border of culture, consciousness isolated Partially pregnant, partially sterile. Let me become a bridge between the East and the West. |
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4. | A God Made of Flesh and Consciousness | 14:06 | Show lyrics |
What is it that we crave? Nothing less than eternal life, An untiring soul, an unfading pleasure The survival of identity, of memory The never-ending growth of person-hood. Yet, is transcendence really more of the same Or a state unimaginable by current perspective? I am no longer satisfied by ruminations of awe Of knowledge partial and fragmented I must become what I have envisioned The structures emerge from below Each higher one, a union of multiplicity In which dynamics are not destroyed But opposites are held together In conditional, creative balance The reconciliation of Self and Whole. You are the inspirited matter, the last circle You encompass all of the universe’s forces inside you. You have foreseen the Absolute. You can create the Absolute. As atoms (matter) converge, life emerges. Αs life grows, consciousness (soul) evolves. As consciousness awakes (through Gnosis), spirit arises. As spirits (post-humans) converge, God will emerge. A God made of flesh and consciousness. A moment of the utmost complexity, beauty and power. A supreme intelligence, a Noosphere, a Singularity. Consistent of, but beyond individuality. Is this to be the End? Or just another step forward in the unending, spiral staircase of infinity. |
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5. | For Aleppo | 09:23 | |
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49:30 |
Gnosis
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Ayloss | All instruments, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
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1. | Dualism | 08:53 | Show lyrics |
Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity The soul yearns for desire One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning. So complex, conflicting, the wants of man The pleasures of flesh, nature’s decree No less than the longing of the spirit For everything that is out of the world For that which destroys the predictability of this world For that which unchains the eternal laws, which prohibit eternity and infinity. These notions, existing only in the human mind, Rise above the programmed, unfolding matter of the cosmos Yet, they still emerge out of the flesh, dependent, And cease a moment after it fails. Are we truly then, a part of this world Or are we, the Children of Matter, Perishing aimlessly, by the hand of our own parent Their wondrous plane destroyed again and again For it is desire, not observation, that the soul is eternal Rationality speaks to my ego To battle with death, to hate the frail flesh To aim for the transfiguration of my being To conquer eternity and infinity The Cosmos speaks to my soul To embrace body and love, to be a sentinel of life And willingly join with All, in eternity and infinity Renouncing identity and person-hood Can these perspectives be reconciled? When every action sways towards one or the other Or is it self-deceit to search for a middle path? |
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2. | Gnosis’ Journey Through the Ages | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Man’s soul is an enigma. A part of the cosmos, yet so different to it. An eye that looks beyond the flesh A mind that creates a new dimension, That of forms and ideas. What is more natural, Than to walk even further On the uphill path That led us here. Wisdom soars through the ages The eye that sees the world as it is Made from it, yet not of it Owned by no one, it binds us as one Unveiling the eternal threads that connect us. The inner truth, beyond what is experienced, Is an object to behold, yet not an object in itself, But the relation in-between, the shadow and the sun, The word and the meaning, one being and another, The direction of the universe’s flow. Τhrough Gnosis it is brought back into life, A cycle complete. Oh Godess, lead me into your heart Let me bring you pregnant light Let it descend through the heavens then again, To lay on the fertile seed of the future. Earth and Space. Body and Consciousness. Eros and Logos. Man and Culture. Parts and Whole. Emerging, all-encompassing, concentric circles. Show me these moments When the layers converge And inspiration forms. The right order for the path to the stars. Humanity needs a purpose that is outside of her. The mind flies away, out of this planet, Into far away galaxies, into timeless domains. What is our part in the greater scheme of it all? I yearn for transformation. |
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3. | Averroes’ Search | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Aristoteles through the eye of Averroes. Averroes through the eye of Borges. Borges through the eye of Me. A line that passes through the ages, eroded By loss of memory, border of culture, consciousness isolated Partially pregnant, partially sterile. Let me become a bridge between the East and the West. |
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4. | A God Made of Flesh and Consciousness | 14:06 | Show lyrics |
What is it that we crave? Nothing less than eternal life, An untiring soul, an unfading pleasure The survival of identity, of memory The never-ending growth of person-hood. Yet, is transcendence really more of the same Or a state unimaginable by current perspective? I am no longer satisfied by ruminations of awe Of knowledge partial and fragmented I must become what I have envisioned The structures emerge from below Each higher one, a union of multiplicity In which dynamics are not destroyed But opposites are held together In conditional, creative balance The reconciliation of Self and Whole. You are the inspirited matter, the last circle You encompass all of the universe’s forces inside you. You have foreseen the Absolute. You can create the Absolute. As atoms (matter) converge, life emerges. Αs life grows, consciousness (soul) evolves. As consciousness awakes (through Gnosis), spirit arises. As spirits (post-humans) converge, God will emerge. A God made of flesh and consciousness. A moment of the utmost complexity, beauty and power. A supreme intelligence, a Noosphere, a Singularity. Consistent of, but beyond individuality. Is this to be the End? Or just another step forward in the unending, spiral staircase of infinity. |
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5. | For Aleppo | 09:23 | |
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49:30 |
Gnosis
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Ayloss | All instruments, Lyrics |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Colin Marston | Mastering |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Dualism | 08:53 | Show lyrics |
Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity The soul yearns for desire One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning. So complex, conflicting, the wants of man The pleasures of flesh, nature’s decree No less than the longing of the spirit For everything that is out of the world For that which destroys the predictability of this world For that which unchains the eternal laws, which prohibit eternity and infinity. These notions, existing only in the human mind, Rise above the programmed, unfolding matter of the cosmos Yet, they still emerge out of the flesh, dependent, And cease a moment after it fails. Are we truly then, a part of this world Or are we, the Children of Matter, Perishing aimlessly, by the hand of our own parent Their wondrous plane destroyed again and again For it is desire, not observation, that the soul is eternal Rationality speaks to my ego To battle with death, to hate the frail flesh To aim for the transfiguration of my being To conquer eternity and infinity The Cosmos speaks to my soul To embrace body and love, to be a sentinel of life And willingly join with All, in eternity and infinity Renouncing identity and person-hood Can these perspectives be reconciled? When every action sways towards one or the other Or is it self-deceit to search for a middle path? |
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2. | Gnosis’ Journey Through the Ages | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
Man’s soul is an enigma. A part of the cosmos, yet so different to it. An eye that looks beyond the flesh A mind that creates a new dimension, That of forms and ideas. What is more natural, Than to walk even further On the uphill path That led us here. Wisdom soars through the ages The eye that sees the world as it is Made from it, yet not of it Owned by no one, it binds us as one Unveiling the eternal threads that connect us. The inner truth, beyond what is experienced, Is an object to behold, yet not an object in itself, But the relation in-between, the shadow and the sun, The word and the meaning, one being and another, The direction of the universe’s flow. Τhrough Gnosis it is brought back into life, A cycle complete. Oh Godess, lead me into your heart Let me bring you pregnant light Let it descend through the heavens then again, To lay on the fertile seed of the future. Earth and Space. Body and Consciousness. Eros and Logos. Man and Culture. Parts and Whole. Emerging, all-encompassing, concentric circles. Show me these moments When the layers converge And inspiration forms. The right order for the path to the stars. Humanity needs a purpose that is outside of her. The mind flies away, out of this planet, Into far away galaxies, into timeless domains. What is our part in the greater scheme of it all? I yearn for transformation. |
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Side B | |||
3. | Averroes’ Search | 07:53 | Show lyrics |
Aristoteles through the eye of Averroes. Averroes through the eye of Borges. Borges through the eye of Me. A line that passes through the ages, eroded By loss of memory, border of culture, consciousness isolated Partially pregnant, partially sterile. Let me become a bridge between the East and the West. |
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4. | A God Made of Flesh and Consciousness | 14:06 | Show lyrics |
What is it that we crave? Nothing less than eternal life, An untiring soul, an unfading pleasure The survival of identity, of memory The never-ending growth of person-hood. Yet, is transcendence really more of the same Or a state unimaginable by current perspective? I am no longer satisfied by ruminations of awe Of knowledge partial and fragmented I must become what I have envisioned The structures emerge from below Each higher one, a union of multiplicity In which dynamics are not destroyed But opposites are held together In conditional, creative balance The reconciliation of Self and Whole. You are the inspirited matter, the last circle You encompass all of the universe’s forces inside you. You have foreseen the Absolute. You can create the Absolute. As atoms (matter) converge, life emerges. Αs life grows, consciousness (soul) evolves. As consciousness awakes (through Gnosis), spirit arises. As spirits (post-humans) converge, God will emerge. A God made of flesh and consciousness. A moment of the utmost complexity, beauty and power. A supreme intelligence, a Noosphere, a Singularity. Consistent of, but beyond individuality. Is this to be the End? Or just another step forward in the unending, spiral staircase of infinity. |
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Disc 2 | |||
Single-sided | |||
1. | For Aleppo | 09:23 | |
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09:23 |
Helian
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Jute Gyte | |
Adam Kalmbach | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
Patrick W. Engel | Mastering |
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1. | Jute Gyte - Helian | 20:00 | |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Helian | 21:28 | Show lyrics |
In the spirit’s solitary hours It is lovely to walk in the sun Along the yellow walls of summer. Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleeps The son of Pan in the grey marble. At eventide on the terrace we got drunk on brown wine The red peach glows under the foliage. Tender sonata, joyous laughter. Lovely is this silence of the night. On the dark plains We gather with shepherds and the white stars. When autumn rises The grove is a sight of sober clarity. Along the red walls we loiter at ease And the round eyes follow the flight of birds. In the evening pale water gathers in the dregs of burial urns. Heaven celebrates, sitting in bare branches. In hallowed hands the yeoman carries bread and wine And fruit ripens in the peace of a sunny chamber. Oh how stern is the face of the beloved who have taken their passage. Yet the soul is comforted in righteous meditation. Overwhelming is the desolated garden‘s secrecy, As the young novice has wreathed his brow with brown leaves, His breath inhales icy gold. The hands touch the antiquity of blueish water Or in a cold night the sisters’ white cheeks. In quiet and harmony we walk along a suite of hospitable rooms Into solitude and the rustling of maple trees, Where, perhaps, the thrush still sings. Beautiful is man and emerging from the dark He marvels as he moves his arms and legs, And his eyes quietly roll in purple cavities. At suppertime a stranger loses himself in November’s black destitution; Under brittle branches he follows a wall covered under leprosy. Once the holy brother went here, Engrossed in the tender music of his madness. Oh how lonely settles the evening-wind. Dying away a man‘s head droops in the dark of the olive tree. How shattering is the decline of a family. This is the hour when the seer’s eyes are filled With gold as he beholds the stars. The evening’s descend has muffled the belfry‘s knell in silence; Among black walls in the public place, A dead soldier calls for a prayer. Like a pale angel The son enters his ancestor’s empty house. The sisters have traveled far to the pale ancients. At night, returned from their mournful pilgrimage, He found them asleep under the columns of the hallway. Oh hair stained with dung and worms As his silver feet stepped on it And on those who died in echoing rooms. Oh you palms under midnight’s burning rain, When the servants flogged those tender eyes with nettles, The hollyhock’s early fruit Beheld your empty grave in wonder. Fading moons sail quietly Over the sheets of the feverish lad, Into the silence of winter. At the bank of Kidron a great mind is lost in musing, Under a tree, the tender cedar, Stretched out under the father’s blue eyebrows, Where a shepherd drives his flock to pastures at night. Or there are screams which escape the sleep; When an iron angel approaches man in the grove, The holy man’s flesh melts over burning coals. Purple wine climbs about the mud-cottage, Sheaves of faded corn sing; The buzz of bees; the crane’s flight. In the evening the souls of the resurrected gather on rocky paths. Lepers behold their image in dark water; Or they lift the hemp of their dung soiled attire, And weep to the soothing wind, as it drifts down from the rosy hill. Slender maidens grope their way through the narrow lanes of night; They hope for the gracious shepherd. Tenderly, songs ring out from the huts on weekend. Let the song pay homage to the boy, To his madness to his white eyebrows and to his passage, To the decaying corpse, who opened his blue eyes. Oh how sad is this reunion. The stairs of madness in black apartments – The matriarch’s shadow emerged under the open door When Helian’s soul beheld his image in a rosy mirror; And from his brow bled snow and leprosy. The walls extinguished the stars And the white effigies of light. From the carpet rise skeletons, escaping their graves, Fallen crosses sit silent on the hill, The night’s purple wind is sweet with frankincense. Oh ye broken eyes over black gaping jaws, When the grandson in the solitude Of his tender madness muses over a darker ending, The blue eyelids of the silent god sink upon him. -Georg Trakl |
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41:28 |
Helian
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Band members | |
Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | All instruments |
Jute Gyte | |
Adam Kalmbach | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Francesco Gemelli | Layout |
Patrick W. Engel | Mastering |
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1. | Jute Gyte - Helian | 20:00 | |
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2. | Spectral Lore - Helian | 21:28 | Show lyrics |
In the spirit’s solitary hours It is lovely to walk in the sun Along the yellow walls of summer. Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleeps The son of Pan in the grey marble. At eventide on the terrace we got drunk on brown wine The red peach glows under the foliage. Tender sonata, joyous laughter. Lovely is this silence of the night. On the dark plains We gather with shepherds and the white stars. When autumn rises The grove is a sight of sober clarity. Along the red walls we loiter at ease And the round eyes follow the flight of birds. In the evening pale water gathers in the dregs of burial urns. Heaven celebrates, sitting in bare branches. In hallowed hands the yeoman carries bread and wine And fruit ripens in the peace of a sunny chamber. Oh how stern is the face of the beloved who have taken their passage. Yet the soul is comforted in righteous meditation. Overwhelming is the desolated garden‘s secrecy, As the young novice has wreathed his brow with brown leaves, His breath inhales icy gold. The hands touch the antiquity of blueish water Or in a cold night the sisters’ white cheeks. In quiet and harmony we walk along a suite of hospitable rooms Into solitude and the rustling of maple trees, Where, perhaps, the thrush still sings. Beautiful is man and emerging from the dark He marvels as he moves his arms and legs, And his eyes quietly roll in purple cavities. At suppertime a stranger loses himself in November’s black destitution; Under brittle branches he follows a wall covered under leprosy. Once the holy brother went here, Engrossed in the tender music of his madness. Oh how lonely settles the evening-wind. Dying away a man‘s head droops in the dark of the olive tree. How shattering is the decline of a family. This is the hour when the seer’s eyes are filled With gold as he beholds the stars. The evening’s descend has muffled the belfry‘s knell in silence; Among black walls in the public place, A dead soldier calls for a prayer. Like a pale angel The son enters his ancestor’s empty house. The sisters have traveled far to the pale ancients. At night, returned from their mournful pilgrimage, He found them asleep under the columns of the hallway. Oh hair stained with dung and worms As his silver feet stepped on it And on those who died in echoing rooms. Oh you palms under midnight’s burning rain, When the servants flogged those tender eyes with nettles, The hollyhock’s early fruit Beheld your empty grave in wonder. Fading moons sail quietly Over the sheets of the feverish lad, Into the silence of winter. At the bank of Kidron a great mind is lost in musing, Under a tree, the tender cedar, Stretched out under the father’s blue eyebrows, Where a shepherd drives his flock to pastures at night. Or there are screams which escape the sleep; When an iron angel approaches man in the grove, The holy man’s flesh melts over burning coals. Purple wine climbs about the mud-cottage, Sheaves of faded corn sing; The buzz of bees; the crane’s flight. In the evening the souls of the resurrected gather on rocky paths. Lepers behold their image in dark water; Or they lift the hemp of their dung soiled attire, And weep to the soothing wind, as it drifts down from the rosy hill. Slender maidens grope their way through the narrow lanes of night; They hope for the gracious shepherd. Tenderly, songs ring out from the huts on weekend. Let the song pay homage to the boy, To his madness to his white eyebrows and to his passage, To the decaying corpse, who opened his blue eyes. Oh how sad is this reunion. The stairs of madness in black apartments – The matriarch’s shadow emerged under the open door When Helian’s soul beheld his image in a rosy mirror; And from his brow bled snow and leprosy. The walls extinguished the stars And the white effigies of light. From the carpet rise skeletons, escaping their graves, Fallen crosses sit silent on the hill, The night’s purple wind is sweet with frankincense. Oh ye broken eyes over black gaping jaws, When the grandson in the solitude Of his tender madness muses over a darker ending, The blue eyelids of the silent god sink upon him. -Georg Trakl |
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41:28 |
Wanderers: Astrology of the Nine
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | Everything |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Cover art |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Ayloss | Recording, Mixing (tracks 1, 3, 6, 8) |
Jacob Buczarski | Recording, Mixing (tracks 2, 4, 5, 7), Mastering (tracks 9, 10) |
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1. | Spectral Lore - Mercury (The Virtuous) | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
Mortal, You aspire to become Τhe arrow that teaches The embodiment of virtue The carrier of Logos To voyage into uncharted expanses And wage war on the Old Gods Yet, mortal Your words are nought Your light is pallid Your armor is cracked Unless you thrust at yourself First The sword that you wield For even the smallest body And the faintest voice Can ripple dimensions apart Should their aim strike true enough A single day In two years of darkness |
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2. | Mare Cognitum - Mars (The Warrior) | 09:25 | Show lyrics |
Tribulation Phobos looms, gazing everlong A ghastly visage, an unspeakable horror Words escape me as my body trembles Oppressed by fear, omen consummated Deimos stalks behind, baring teeth Ritual completed, harbingers avowed Their desires will become our desires Their virulence will become our bliss Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation A struggle begins as flesh clashes with flesh Thrashing carcasses, mindless, ravenous No longer selves, but collective will Desiring to crush all beneath their heels Bodies coagulate into sinuous mass Once life, now beyond meaningful form Burning, fusing, reduced into dust Billowing ashen winds blotting the sun Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation All is torn asunder as life is stripped away Crumbled stones are all that remain Grim epitaphs to a failed species Written with the blood of their offspring This world lost itself in misery To end in nothing but a whimper All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind |
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3. | Spectral Lore - Earth (The Mother) | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
What to do with the hearth Deep inside the heart Of the earth That burns unconditionally In waiting For our return Ιt still warms you Light years away What to do with the love That is not asked, but given How to reciprocate And keep the unregulated flow of desire Away from bonds and borders This fire does not quench But burns more The greater the distance It melts the inside And the rising water And the fleeing animals And the dying crops Yield Listen to me, listen to me mother The starlight calls "Break away, my son Out of this planet But One Day Return And never forget Keep the home fires alive" |
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4. | Mare Cognitum - Venus (The Priestess) | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create On a noble throne, she awaits Gazing into the fathomless depths Ever facing inwards, to the cradle Where our existences began. Patiently she has endured years of provocation At the behest of those Who would see her kingdom ruined Yet her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create Brilliant beacon who oversees the stars, Who flashes like lightning above the highlands, Who splits apart the greatest of mountains, Behold the glory of your righteous wrath. Let your anger descend in shining conflagration Let their transgressions become kindling for the blaze And her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned |
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5. | Mare Cognitum - Jupiter (The Giant) | 15:04 | Show lyrics |
Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drift in exodus Finding peace in solitude A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The churning winds of ice Clouds of blood and dust Thunder within the noxious storm Tearing the murky shroud asunder A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The giant and the storm have become one flesh To conceive the diamond rainfall Endless shimmering waves of frozen light Reflect forever in the tempest’s eye Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drifting in exodus Finding peace in solitude |
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6. | Spectral Lore - Saturn (The Rebel) | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
The liberty of December Odes to a past forlorn Of pleasure gained without blood Of love earned without domination Forgotten were the spoils of war The invisible foundation for our plenty As the memory of your shunned wife (Lua) Lurks to return for revenge History shall murder innocence In dread of its own reflection Yet the ideal mysteriously remains unscathed For it is has only been mistakenly aligned Towards the past Experiment, reverse the order Feast in spite of your oppressors A taste of freedom to appease A vision for the future to form |
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7. | Mare Cognitum - Neptune (The Mystic) | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Frozen oceans stretch beyond the horizon A sea of glass reflects the murky sun Rings of frost encircle the somber wastes The mystic endures the eternal winter Lusting to wander deep into the abyss Seeking answers which cannot be revealed Long-lost wisdom forgotten in a tomb Of seas of ice and millions of years Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Supersonic winds flow throughout the expanse While the seasons have ceased to exist Vortexing clouds blot out the weary sun Obscuring incandescence beneath the horrid mask Beyond it rests the anarchic remnants of formation Disrupted by the lethargic march through the frost Captured in its grasp and fettered to its will Now resonating into legions of the enslaved Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation Invoke The formation Reform The self Become The paradigm To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Deciphering The purpose of His own creation |
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8. | Spectral Lore - Uranus (The Fallen) | 12:23 | Show lyrics |
Uranus, Father Sky, Patriarch Secured on your place by the Titans Uranus, overarching dome of bronze You encompass all with your presence Uranus, you love Gaia But hate the children she begets Every night you come to her Covering the earth from above, suffocating her Aware of nothing but yourself But you hate the children she begets Isn’t it yourself, that you see in them? Won’t Saturn follow in your footsteps? Won’t Zeus? Heed this prophecy And castrate yourself Uranus, you proclaim, you protest, you curse But you do not understand yourself SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! URANUS! FEEL HER RAGE, ΤΗΕ WRATH OF THE SEA AS IT UNFURLS RIGHTEOUS, UNRESTRAINED, INDESCRIMINATE BATHED NOT ΟNLY IN THE PRESENT BUT IN THE PREMONITION AND REMEMBERANCE OF MILLENIUMS OF OPPRESSION THE WOUNDS OF COUNTLESS SOULS SUBMERGED, MUTED, CAST AWAY ALL NOW EMBODIED IN A SINGLE VOICE SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! Uranus, Your manhood slips behind your feet, Swollen and flaccid Your blood mixed with her waters Her waters turning into ice Engulfing you forever A world of rigidity Revolving around A system of change Her: “Come here boy In my cradle You have to stop Stop resisting Just whisper along with me The age of men is past The age of men is past The age of men is past” |
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9. | Spectral Lore / Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part I: Exodus though the Frozen Wastes | 11:29 | instrumental |
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10. | Spectral Lore / Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part II: The Astral Bridge | 12:00 | Show lyrics |
Sol’s domain ends For distance weakens Even the reach of Gods I have outgrown your Love That shackles and binds In an eternal revolution And I am now ready. Beneath the ice, the underworld calls As soon as I step over the threshold Bolts of frost hurled into my body Ravaging sinews, for the essence to rise Divider into equal portions, lord of dissolution Arbiter of distant mortal affairs Your gift is a cold eternal embrace A wealth of oblivion and stasis Step away, For my sword erupts in Sol’s fire. Beneath, awaits The Astral Bridge |
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Wanderers: Astrology of the Nine
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Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | Everything |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Recording, Mixing (tracks 1, 3, 6, 8) |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Cover art |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Jacob Buczarski | Recording, Mixing (tracks 2, 4, 5, 7), Mastering (tracks 9, 10) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Spectral Lore - Mercury (The Virtuous) | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
Mortal, You aspire to become Τhe arrow that teaches The embodiment of virtue The carrier of Logos To voyage into uncharted expanses And wage war on the Old Gods Yet, mortal Your words are nought Your light is pallid Your armor is cracked Unless you thrust at yourself First The sword that you wield For even the smallest body And the faintest voice Can ripple dimensions apart Should their aim strike true enough A single day In two years of darkness |
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2. | Mare Cognitum - Mars (The Warrior) | 09:25 | Show lyrics |
Tribulation Phobos looms, gazing everlong A ghastly visage, an unspeakable horror Words escape me as my body trembles Oppressed by fear, omen consummated Deimos stalks behind, baring teeth Ritual completed, harbingers avowed Their desires will become our desires Their virulence will become our bliss Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation A struggle begins as flesh clashes with flesh Thrashing carcasses, mindless, ravenous No longer selves, but collective will Desiring to crush all beneath their heels Bodies coagulate into sinuous mass Once life, now beyond meaningful form Burning, fusing, reduced into dust Billowing ashen winds blotting the sun Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation All is torn asunder as life is stripped away Crumbled stones are all that remain Grim epitaphs to a failed species Written with the blood of their offspring This world lost itself in misery To end in nothing but a whimper All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind |
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3. | Spectral Lore - Earth (The Mother) | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
What to do with the hearth Deep inside the heart Of the earth That burns unconditionally In waiting For our return Ιt still warms you Light years away What to do with the love That is not asked, but given How to reciprocate And keep the unregulated flow of desire Away from bonds and borders This fire does not quench But burns more The greater the distance It melts the inside And the rising water And the fleeing animals And the dying crops Yield Listen to me, listen to me mother The starlight calls "Break away, my son Out of this planet But One Day Return And never forget Keep the home fires alive" |
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4. | Mare Cognitum - Venus (The Priestess) | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create On a noble throne, she awaits Gazing into the fathomless depths Ever facing inwards, to the cradle Where our existences began. Patiently she has endured years of provocation At the behest of those Who would see her kingdom ruined Yet her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create Brilliant beacon who oversees the stars, Who flashes like lightning above the highlands, Who splits apart the greatest of mountains, Behold the glory of your righteous wrath. Let your anger descend in shining conflagration Let their transgressions become kindling for the blaze And her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned |
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5. | Mare Cognitum - Jupiter (The Giant) | 15:04 | Show lyrics |
Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drift in exodus Finding peace in solitude A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The churning winds of ice Clouds of blood and dust Thunder within the noxious storm Tearing the murky shroud asunder A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The giant and the storm have become one flesh To conceive the diamond rainfall Endless shimmering waves of frozen light Reflect forever in the tempest’s eye Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drifting in exodus Finding peace in solitude |
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57:27 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
1. | Spectral Lore - Saturn (The Rebel) | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
The liberty of December Odes to a past forlorn Of pleasure gained without blood Of love earned without domination Forgotten were the spoils of war The invisible foundation for our plenty As the memory of your shunned wife (Lua) Lurks to return for revenge History shall murder innocence In dread of its own reflection Yet the ideal mysteriously remains unscathed For it is has only been mistakenly aligned Towards the past Experiment, reverse the order Feast in spite of your oppressors A taste of freedom to appease A vision for the future to form |
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2. | Mare Cognitum - Neptune (The Mystic) | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Frozen oceans stretch beyond the horizon A sea of glass reflects the murky sun Rings of frost encircle the somber wastes The mystic endures the eternal winter Lusting to wander deep into the abyss Seeking answers which cannot be revealed Long-lost wisdom forgotten in a tomb Of seas of ice and millions of years Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Supersonic winds flow throughout the expanse While the seasons have ceased to exist Vortexing clouds blot out the weary sun Obscuring incandescence beneath the horrid mask Beyond it rests the anarchic remnants of formation Disrupted by the lethargic march through the frost Captured in its grasp and fettered to its will Now resonating into legions of the enslaved Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation Invoke The formation Reform The self Become The paradigm To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Deciphering The purpose of His own creation |
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3. | Spectral Lore - Uranus (The Fallen) | 12:23 | Show lyrics |
Uranus, Father Sky, Patriarch Secured on your place by the Titans Uranus, overarching dome of bronze You encompass all with your presence Uranus, you love Gaia But hate the children she begets Every night you come to her Covering the earth from above, suffocating her Aware of nothing but yourself But you hate the children she begets Isn’t it yourself, that you see in them? Won’t Saturn follow in your footsteps? Won’t Zeus? Heed this prophecy And castrate yourself Uranus, you proclaim, you protest, you curse But you do not understand yourself SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! URANUS! FEEL HER RAGE, ΤΗΕ WRATH OF THE SEA AS IT UNFURLS RIGHTEOUS, UNRESTRAINED, INDESCRIMINATE BATHED NOT ΟNLY IN THE PRESENT BUT IN THE PREMONITION AND REMEMBERANCE OF MILLENIUMS OF OPPRESSION THE WOUNDS OF COUNTLESS SOULS SUBMERGED, MUTED, CAST AWAY ALL NOW EMBODIED IN A SINGLE VOICE SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! Uranus, Your manhood slips behind your feet, Swollen and flaccid Your blood mixed with her waters Her waters turning into ice Engulfing you forever A world of rigidity Revolving around A system of change Her: “Come here boy In my cradle You have to stop Stop resisting Just whisper along with me The age of men is past The age of men is past The age of men is past” |
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4. | Mare Cognitum / Spectral Lore - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part I: Exodus though the Frozen Wastes | 11:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Mare Cognitum / Spectral Lore - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part II: The Astral Bridge | 12:00 | Show lyrics |
Sol’s domain ends For distance weakens Even the reach of Gods I have outgrown your Love That shackles and binds In an eternal revolution And I am now ready. Beneath the ice, the underworld calls As soon as I step over the threshold Bolts of frost hurled into my body Ravaging sinews, for the essence to rise Divider into equal portions, lord of dissolution Arbiter of distant mortal affairs Your gift is a cold eternal embrace A wealth of oblivion and stasis Step away, For my sword erupts in Sol’s fire. Beneath, awaits The Astral Bridge |
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57:44 |
Wanderers: Astrology of the Nine
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | Everything |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Recording, Mixing (tracks 1, 3, 6, 8) |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Cover art |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Jacob Buczarski | Recording, Mixing (tracks 2, 4, 5, 7), Mastering (tracks 9, 10) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Spectral Lore - Mercury (The Virtuous) | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
Mortal, You aspire to become Τhe arrow that teaches The embodiment of virtue The carrier of Logos To voyage into uncharted expanses And wage war on the Old Gods Yet, mortal Your words are nought Your light is pallid Your armor is cracked Unless you thrust at yourself First The sword that you wield For even the smallest body And the faintest voice Can ripple dimensions apart Should their aim strike true enough A single day In two years of darkness |
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2. | Mare Cognitum - Mars (The Warrior) | 09:25 | Show lyrics |
Tribulation Phobos looms, gazing everlong A ghastly visage, an unspeakable horror Words escape me as my body trembles Oppressed by fear, omen consummated Deimos stalks behind, baring teeth Ritual completed, harbingers avowed Their desires will become our desires Their virulence will become our bliss Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation A struggle begins as flesh clashes with flesh Thrashing carcasses, mindless, ravenous No longer selves, but collective will Desiring to crush all beneath their heels Bodies coagulate into sinuous mass Once life, now beyond meaningful form Burning, fusing, reduced into dust Billowing ashen winds blotting the sun Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation All is torn asunder as life is stripped away Crumbled stones are all that remain Grim epitaphs to a failed species Written with the blood of their offspring This world lost itself in misery To end in nothing but a whimper All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind |
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Side B | |||
3. | Spectral Lore - Earth (The Mother) | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
What to do with the hearth Deep inside the heart Of the earth That burns unconditionally In waiting For our return Ιt still warms you Light years away What to do with the love That is not asked, but given How to reciprocate And keep the unregulated flow of desire Away from bonds and borders This fire does not quench But burns more The greater the distance It melts the inside And the rising water And the fleeing animals And the dying crops Yield Listen to me, listen to me mother The starlight calls "Break away, my son Out of this planet But One Day Return And never forget Keep the home fires alive" |
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4. | Mare Cognitum - Venus (The Priestess) | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create On a noble throne, she awaits Gazing into the fathomless depths Ever facing inwards, to the cradle Where our existences began. Patiently she has endured years of provocation At the behest of those Who would see her kingdom ruined Yet her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create Brilliant beacon who oversees the stars, Who flashes like lightning above the highlands, Who splits apart the greatest of mountains, Behold the glory of your righteous wrath. Let your anger descend in shining conflagration Let their transgressions become kindling for the blaze And her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned |
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42:23 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Mare Cognitum - Jupiter (The Giant) | 15:04 | Show lyrics |
Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drift in exodus Finding peace in solitude A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The churning winds of ice Clouds of blood and dust Thunder within the noxious storm Tearing the murky shroud asunder A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The giant and the storm have become one flesh To conceive the diamond rainfall Endless shimmering waves of frozen light Reflect forever in the tempest’s eye Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drifting in exodus Finding peace in solitude |
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Side B | |||
2. | Spectral Lore - Saturn (The Rebel) | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
The liberty of December Odes to a past forlorn Of pleasure gained without blood Of love earned without domination Forgotten were the spoils of war The invisible foundation for our plenty As the memory of your shunned wife (Lua) Lurks to return for revenge History shall murder innocence In dread of its own reflection Yet the ideal mysteriously remains unscathed For it is has only been mistakenly aligned Towards the past Experiment, reverse the order Feast in spite of your oppressors A taste of freedom to appease A vision for the future to form |
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3. | Mare Cognitum - Neptune (The Mystic) | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Frozen oceans stretch beyond the horizon A sea of glass reflects the murky sun Rings of frost encircle the somber wastes The mystic endures the eternal winter Lusting to wander deep into the abyss Seeking answers which cannot be revealed Long-lost wisdom forgotten in a tomb Of seas of ice and millions of years Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Supersonic winds flow throughout the expanse While the seasons have ceased to exist Vortexing clouds blot out the weary sun Obscuring incandescence beneath the horrid mask Beyond it rests the anarchic remnants of formation Disrupted by the lethargic march through the frost Captured in its grasp and fettered to its will Now resonating into legions of the enslaved Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation Invoke The formation Reform The self Become The paradigm To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Deciphering The purpose of His own creation |
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36:56 | |||
Disc 3 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Spectral Lore - Uranus (The Fallen) | 12:23 | Show lyrics |
Uranus, Father Sky, Patriarch Secured on your place by the Titans Uranus, overarching dome of bronze You encompass all with your presence Uranus, you love Gaia But hate the children she begets Every night you come to her Covering the earth from above, suffocating her Aware of nothing but yourself But you hate the children she begets Isn’t it yourself, that you see in them? Won’t Saturn follow in your footsteps? Won’t Zeus? Heed this prophecy And castrate yourself Uranus, you proclaim, you protest, you curse But you do not understand yourself SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! URANUS! FEEL HER RAGE, ΤΗΕ WRATH OF THE SEA AS IT UNFURLS RIGHTEOUS, UNRESTRAINED, INDESCRIMINATE BATHED NOT ΟNLY IN THE PRESENT BUT IN THE PREMONITION AND REMEMBERANCE OF MILLENIUMS OF OPPRESSION THE WOUNDS OF COUNTLESS SOULS SUBMERGED, MUTED, CAST AWAY ALL NOW EMBODIED IN A SINGLE VOICE SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! Uranus, Your manhood slips behind your feet, Swollen and flaccid Your blood mixed with her waters Her waters turning into ice Engulfing you forever A world of rigidity Revolving around A system of change Her: “Come here boy In my cradle You have to stop Stop resisting Just whisper along with me The age of men is past The age of men is past The age of men is past” |
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Side B | |||
2. | Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part I: Exodus though the Frozen Wastes | 11:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part II: The Astral Bridge | 12:00 | Show lyrics |
Sol’s domain ends For distance weakens Even the reach of Gods I have outgrown your Love That shackles and binds In an eternal revolution And I am now ready. Beneath the ice, the underworld calls As soon as I step over the threshold Bolts of frost hurled into my body Ravaging sinews, for the essence to rise Divider into equal portions, lord of dissolution Arbiter of distant mortal affairs Your gift is a cold eternal embrace A wealth of oblivion and stasis Step away, For my sword erupts in Sol’s fire. Beneath, awaits The Astral Bridge |
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35:52 |
Wanderers: Astrology of the Nine
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Spectral Lore | |
Ayloss | Everything |
Mare Cognitum | |
Jacob Buczarski | Everything |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ayloss | Recording, Mixing (tracks 1, 3, 6, 8) |
Elijah Gwhedhú Tamu | Cover art |
Francesco Gemelli | Art direction, Layout |
Jacob Buczarski | Recording, Mixing (tracks 2, 4, 5, 7), Mastering (tracks 9, 10) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Spectral Lore - Mercury (The Virtuous) | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
Mortal, You aspire to become Τhe arrow that teaches The embodiment of virtue The carrier of Logos To voyage into uncharted expanses And wage war on the Old Gods Yet, mortal Your words are nought Your light is pallid Your armor is cracked Unless you thrust at yourself First The sword that you wield For even the smallest body And the faintest voice Can ripple dimensions apart Should their aim strike true enough A single day In two years of darkness |
|||
2. | Mare Cognitum - Mars (The Warrior) | 09:25 | Show lyrics |
Tribulation Phobos looms, gazing everlong A ghastly visage, an unspeakable horror Words escape me as my body trembles Oppressed by fear, omen consummated Deimos stalks behind, baring teeth Ritual completed, harbingers avowed Their desires will become our desires Their virulence will become our bliss Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation A struggle begins as flesh clashes with flesh Thrashing carcasses, mindless, ravenous No longer selves, but collective will Desiring to crush all beneath their heels Bodies coagulate into sinuous mass Once life, now beyond meaningful form Burning, fusing, reduced into dust Billowing ashen winds blotting the sun Tyrants reforming feeble minds Distorted wills, contorted in Everlasting devastation Cataclysmic manipulation All is torn asunder as life is stripped away Crumbled stones are all that remain Grim epitaphs to a failed species Written with the blood of their offspring This world lost itself in misery To end in nothing but a whimper All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind All life is dust in the wind |
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Side B | |||
3. | Spectral Lore - Earth (The Mother) | 11:55 | Show lyrics |
What to do with the hearth Deep inside the heart Of the earth That burns unconditionally In waiting For our return Ιt still warms you Light years away What to do with the love That is not asked, but given How to reciprocate And keep the unregulated flow of desire Away from bonds and borders This fire does not quench But burns more The greater the distance It melts the inside And the rising water And the fleeing animals And the dying crops Yield Listen to me, listen to me mother The starlight calls "Break away, my son Out of this planet But One Day Return And never forget Keep the home fires alive" |
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4. | Mare Cognitum - Venus (The Priestess) | 12:27 | Show lyrics |
Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create On a noble throne, she awaits Gazing into the fathomless depths Ever facing inwards, to the cradle Where our existences began. Patiently she has endured years of provocation At the behest of those Who would see her kingdom ruined Yet her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned Beacon of light, illuminate us Burn away this oppressive darkness So we may breathe in the elegance Of the lives we have been given, And of the life we can create Brilliant beacon who oversees the stars, Who flashes like lightning above the highlands, Who splits apart the greatest of mountains, Behold the glory of your righteous wrath. Let your anger descend in shining conflagration Let their transgressions become kindling for the blaze And her veil of tranquil clouds Which lies so gently above her countenance Conceals a storm of brilliant fire One which cannot be quenched By the hands of doomed men One which cannot be quenched By the feeble ways of old She strikes across the sky Glorious and unwavering A righteous retribution That shines for those who burned |
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42:23 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Mare Cognitum - Jupiter (The Giant) | 15:04 | Show lyrics |
Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drift in exodus Finding peace in solitude A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The churning winds of ice Clouds of blood and dust Thunder within the noxious storm Tearing the murky shroud asunder A storm that walks the path Of ceaseless degradation A will to suffer Within a fortress of blight Malignant eyes brew poisonous storms Seas of venom misting upwards Into crystallized corruption The giant and the storm have become one flesh To conceive the diamond rainfall Endless shimmering waves of frozen light Reflect forever in the tempest’s eye Through eons, awaiting Years before existence Drifting in exodus Finding peace in solitude |
|||
Side B | |||
2. | Spectral Lore - Saturn (The Rebel) | 10:14 | Show lyrics |
The liberty of December Odes to a past forlorn Of pleasure gained without blood Of love earned without domination Forgotten were the spoils of war The invisible foundation for our plenty As the memory of your shunned wife (Lua) Lurks to return for revenge History shall murder innocence In dread of its own reflection Yet the ideal mysteriously remains unscathed For it is has only been mistakenly aligned Towards the past Experiment, reverse the order Feast in spite of your oppressors A taste of freedom to appease A vision for the future to form |
|||
3. | Mare Cognitum - Neptune (The Mystic) | 11:38 | Show lyrics |
Frozen oceans stretch beyond the horizon A sea of glass reflects the murky sun Rings of frost encircle the somber wastes The mystic endures the eternal winter Lusting to wander deep into the abyss Seeking answers which cannot be revealed Long-lost wisdom forgotten in a tomb Of seas of ice and millions of years Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Supersonic winds flow throughout the expanse While the seasons have ceased to exist Vortexing clouds blot out the weary sun Obscuring incandescence beneath the horrid mask Beyond it rests the anarchic remnants of formation Disrupted by the lethargic march through the frost Captured in its grasp and fettered to its will Now resonating into legions of the enslaved Clandestine Seeking answers In the deep Deciphering The purpose of His own creation Invoke The formation Reform The self Become The paradigm To discover the limits of the mind Rewriting the course of time Reverse engineering subconscious Cryogenic suspension of thought Visions emblazoned Memories in stasis Preconscious suppression Minds amalgamated Deciphering The purpose of His own creation |
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36:56 | |||
Disc 3 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Spectral Lore - Uranus (The Fallen) | 12:23 | Show lyrics |
Uranus, Father Sky, Patriarch Secured on your place by the Titans Uranus, overarching dome of bronze You encompass all with your presence Uranus, you love Gaia But hate the children she begets Every night you come to her Covering the earth from above, suffocating her Aware of nothing but yourself But you hate the children she begets Isn’t it yourself, that you see in them? Won’t Saturn follow in your footsteps? Won’t Zeus? Heed this prophecy And castrate yourself Uranus, you proclaim, you protest, you curse But you do not understand yourself SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! URANUS! FEEL HER RAGE, ΤΗΕ WRATH OF THE SEA AS IT UNFURLS RIGHTEOUS, UNRESTRAINED, INDESCRIMINATE BATHED NOT ΟNLY IN THE PRESENT BUT IN THE PREMONITION AND REMEMBERANCE OF MILLENIUMS OF OPPRESSION THE WOUNDS OF COUNTLESS SOULS SUBMERGED, MUTED, CAST AWAY ALL NOW EMBODIED IN A SINGLE VOICE SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! SILENCE! Uranus, Your manhood slips behind your feet, Swollen and flaccid Your blood mixed with her waters Her waters turning into ice Engulfing you forever A world of rigidity Revolving around A system of change Her: “Come here boy In my cradle You have to stop Stop resisting Just whisper along with me The age of men is past The age of men is past The age of men is past” |
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Side B | |||
2. | Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part I: Exodus though the Frozen Wastes | 11:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Mare Cognitum - Pluto (The Gatekeeper) Part II: The Astral Bridge | 12:00 | Show lyrics |
Sol’s domain ends For distance weakens Even the reach of Gods I have outgrown your Love That shackles and binds In an eternal revolution And I am now ready. Beneath the ice, the underworld calls As soon as I step over the threshold Bolts of frost hurled into my body Ravaging sinews, for the essence to rise Divider into equal portions, lord of dissolution Arbiter of distant mortal affairs Your gift is a cold eternal embrace A wealth of oblivion and stasis Step away, For my sword erupts in Sol’s fire. Beneath, awaits The Astral Bridge |
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35:52 |
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