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Merrimack
Members | |
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Current | |
Perversifier | Guitars (1994-present) |
Member(bands): Ancestral Fog, Morte Incandescente, Corpus Christii (live) | |
Daethorn | Bass (2008-present) |
Member(bands): Daethorn, Ritualization, Purge | |
Blastum | Drums (2010-present) |
Member(bands): Crimson Moon, Dawohl, Grist, Nihïlanth, Ritualization, VI, Antaeus (live), Osculum Infame (live), Ingens, Purge, Terminal War, Chaos, Abyme (live), Aosoth | |
A.K. | Guitars (2010-present) |
Member(bands): Decline of the I, Eros Necropsique, The Order of Apollyon, Vorkreist, Waiting for My End, Epic, Love Lies Bleeding, Malhkebre, Sektarism, Corpus Christii (live) | |
Vestal | Vocals (2010-present) |
Member(bands): Anus Mundi, Lugnasad, Inssect, Angmar | |
Past | |
Seremoth | Bass (?-2006) |
Member(bands): Goatlord Corp., Fornication | |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Member(bands): Inferno | |
Necrolith | Drums |
Member(bands): Decline of the I, Dismortem, Éohum, Purge | |
Gommorrhus | Drums |
Asmodee | Guitars |
EsX | Guitars |
Member(bands): Vorkreist, Arkhon Infaustus (live), Glorior Belli, Purge | |
Lord Amroth | Vocals |
Member(bands): Inferno | |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Member(bands): Inferno | |
Terrorizt | Vocals (2000-2009, 2009-2010) |
Member(bands): Ancestral Fog, Bliss of Flesh | |
Dispater | Bass (2006-2008) |
Member(bands): Heol Telwen, Hexen Holocaust, Osculum Infame, Blackgod, Elktronik Sciety, Glorior Belli, Corpus Christii (live), Necroblood (live) | |
Current (Live) | |
Belial | Drums (2015-present) |
Member(bands): Bloodoffer, Cruxifiction, The Order of Apollyon, Pensées Nocturnes (live), Temple of Baal (live), Valhôll, Acta, Vordavoss, Carnal Lust | |
Past (Live) | |
LSK | Bass (2006) |
(R.I.P. 2013) Member(bands): Epic, Love Lies Bleeding, Antaeus, Bran Barr, Hell Militia, Secrets of the Moon, Vorkreist, Corpus Christii (live), Goat Torment (live) | |
Blastum | Drums (2009) |
Member(bands): Crimson Moon, Dawohl, Grist, Nihïlanth, Ritualization, VI, Antaeus (live), Osculum Infame (live), Ingens, Purge, Terminal War, Chaos, Abyme (live), Aosoth | |
Saint Vincent | Vocals (2009) |
Member(bands): Blacklodge, Seth, The Arrival of Satan, Vorkreist, Helegion, Faust |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Prologue | Demo | 1995 | Show album |
2 | Act 1 | Demo | 1995 | Show album |
3 | Hirilorn / Merrimack | Split | 1998 | Show album |
4 | Horns Defeat Thorns (A Vision of Human Salvation) | Demo | 2001 | Show album |
5 | Merrimack / Sargeist | Split | 2002 | Show album |
6 | Ashes of Purification | Full-length | 2002 | Show album |
7 | Hellgium Raped | EP | 2003 | Show album |
8 | Obsecrations to the Horned | Compilation | 2004 | Show album |
9 | Of Entropy and Life Denial | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
10 | Grey Rigorism | Full-length | 2009 | Show album |
11 | The Acausal Mass | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
12 | Omegaphilia | Full-length | 2017 | Show album |
Prologue
Members | |
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Amfortas | Guitars |
Gommorrhus | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals |
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1. | Asgard, Kingdom of Nordic Gods | 05:00 | |
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2. | Unholy God of the Past | 05:55 | |
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10:55 |
Act 1
Members | |
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Amfortas | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Gommorrhus | Drums |
Asmodee | Guitars |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Intro / Noige | 00:42 | |
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2. | Asgard, Kingdom of Nordic Gods | 05:00 | |
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3. | Unholy Gods of the Past | 05:55 | |
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4. | The Myth of Avallon | 03:52 | |
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5. | Interlude I | 04:12 | |
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6. | Running to the Dark | 04:22 | |
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7. | Interlude II | 00:29 | |
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8. | Malleus Maleficarum | 04:54 | |
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9. | Interlude III | 00:20 | |
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10. | Outro | 01:28 | |
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31:14 |
Hirilorn / Merrimack
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Hirilorn | |
Yohann | Drums |
Sinn | Guitars (lead, acoustic) |
Hasjarl | Guitars (rhythm) |
Shaxul | Vocals, Bass |
Merrimack | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Gommorrhus | Drums |
Asmodee | Guitars |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Hirilorn - The Legion That Will Never Fall | 11:33 | Show lyrics |
Coming from the desolated lands, we were invincible. Killing, raping our enemies, dominating everyone. And every knight of this peaceful land was scared in front of us. We were hundreds of cruel barbarians, thirsty for holy blood. But one day, as we were revelling on the battlefield, we deeply felt the presence of a sacred sentinel. All went off quickly ; a thousand knights on white horses were encircling us, and they raised their swords, they were approaching us slowly, to finally launch an attack. So began the war. The battle was raging. Each camp had soon countless dead. Death does not frighten me, so I killed with bravery. But as we were losing, I saw my warriors giving up. I couldn’t believe it : the fear was distorting their face… Then I screamed they must recover themselves, that they must fight with honour but it was useless. They lost their courage so their soul was already dead. I’ve always believed that we were the strongest ones, but I was wrong, they were so weak inside. I suddenly felt just as if I were alone. I was betrayed by my own warbrothers. I saw in their eyes their fear of eternal Death, the brave eagles have turned into insects. A true warrior never surrenders. I quickly made a decision. I decided to slay them all… I decided to slay them all. My power increased, I’ve never felt this before. It was as if my blood was replaced by pure hate. Thousand demons have possessed my soul, I had the feeling I was the mighty Phoenix. My vengeance has transcended my strength, even Death itself wouldn’t have stopped my longing for killing. The blood on my hands… I love that. I rejoice when I take a life. The true war began : no quarter… I cut their head off and the whole battlefield became red. I was the great ruler of a chaotic genocide. Exterminated was the huge sentinel of light, their flesh left to rot. But my strong anger wasn’t satisfied yet because my terrified knights were alive. So they had to pay. They once were my brothers, but then they were just sub-men. They didn’t understand when I killed them one by one. But to my great surprise, three true warriors were helping me. The feeble creatures died, hate in our eyes and pain in theirs. We looked about us to savour the carnage : our evilness was fed. And we’re standing there, the night is now falling. We’re united in darkness. So we have decided to create our own legion. We will slaughter the weaks. With fearless knights we’ll be the legion that will never fall. We are the beginning of the end. We follow the ways of Satan. We believe in the highest law. We don’t care for eternal Death. Death is the supreme relief, but Life is the sweetest torture. | |||
2. | Hirilorn - Pagan Fears (Mayhem cover) | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
The bloody history from the past Deceased humans now forgotten An age of legends and fear A time now so distant Less numbered as they were their lives So primitive and pagan Superstitions were a part of the life So unprotected in the dark nights Pagan fears The past is alive The past is alive Woeful people with pale faces Staring obsessed at the moon Some memories will never go away And they will forever be here |
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3. | Merrimack - Eresia | 05:33 | |
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4. | Merrimack - Apostasy | 02:38 | |
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5. | Merrimack - The Sabbath’s Celebration | 04:40 | |
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6. | Merrimack - The Farewell | 06:11 | |
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36:49 |
Horns Defeat Thorns (A Vision of Human Salvation)
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Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Lord Amroth | Vocals (track 2) |
Terrorizt | Vocals (backing) (track 4) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
ThyLord | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Intro | 01:12 | |
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2. | Noigel | 05:00 | |
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3. | Sanctum Regum | 04:28 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:27 | |
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5. | Live the Lie | 05:15 | |
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21:22 |
Merrimack / Sargeist
Members | |
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Merrimack | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Sargeist | |
Hoath Torog | Vocals |
Shatraug | Guitars, Bass |
Horns | Drums |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Merrimack - Guardians of Your Slavery | 05:05 | |
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Side B | |||
2. | Sargeist - Reaping with Curses and Plague | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Soon the mayhemic lord returns With roaring hell of black metal There is nothing to stop our march For the reign of tyranny Our hearts are woven with devotion The cult will show its ugly face Spitting torments on your flesh Reaping with curses and plague The howling of ruin and terror the screams of soul-freezing fear We are the Vermin of your Death Stabbing you in the back From the night with hunger for your fears We enshrine your suicides and pain Appearing as the common man amongst you Though we are but rats disguised as sheep The rising satanic empire of Death Reaping with curses and plague An ode to your ruin and decay The fist in the face of... |
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11:17 |
Ashes of Purification
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 2002 | Elegy Records | ER13 | CD | Limited edition |
2005 | Satanic Propaganda Records | SPR-21 | Cassette | |
June 2005 | GoatowaRex | WAXGOAT001 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Picture disc |
June 2005 | GoatowaRex | WAXGOAT001 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2006 | Nightmare Productions | NP012 | CD | Reissue, Repress |
May 4th, 2018 | Season of Mist | Digital | Bandcamp | |
May 4th, 2018 | Season of Mist Underground Activists | SUA085 | CD | Limited edition, Reissue |
Members | |
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Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
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2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
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3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
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4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
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5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
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6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
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7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
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8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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41:04 |
Hellgium Raped
Members | |
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Feyd | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Blood | 04:12 | |
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2. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 04:20 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Suicide | 03:44 | |
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4. | Ashes of Purification | 04:38 | |
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16:54 |
Obsecrations to the Horned
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 3rd, 2004 | Moribund Records | Dead 48 CD | CD | Remastered |
January 15th, 2021 | Back on Black | BOBV564LP | 2 12" vinyls | Reissue |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Necrolith | Drums (track 15-19) |
Gommorrhus | Drums (track 1-14) |
Asmodee | Guitars (track 1-14) |
Guest/Session | |
Lord Amroth | Vocals (track 16) |
Terrorizt | Vocals (backing) (track 17) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Intro | 00:41 | |
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2. | Asgard, Kingdom of Nordic Gods | 05:00 | |
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3. | Unholy God of the Past | 05:55 | |
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4. | The Myth of Avallon | 03:51 | |
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5. | Interlude I | 04:11 | |
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6. | Running to the Dark | 04:22 | |
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7. | Interlude II | 00:28 | |
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8. | Malleus Maleficarum | 04:53 | |
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9. | Interlude III | 00:20 | |
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10. | Outro | 01:27 | |
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11. | Eresia | 06:23 | |
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12. | Apostasy | 02:41 | |
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13. | The Sabbath’s Celebration | 04:46 | |
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14. | Farewell to My Land | 05:37 | |
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15. | Intro | 01:12 | |
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16. | Noigel | 05:02 | |
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17. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:34 | |
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18. | Live the Lie | 05:21 | |
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19. | Sanctum Regnum | 04:32 | |
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01:12:16 |
Of Entropy and Life Denial
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 6th, 2006 | Moribund Records | Dead 77 CD | CD | |
June 6th, 2006 | Moribund Records | Dead 77 LP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Red splatter vinyl |
Members | |
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Seremoth | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Feyd | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | ... (Of Ashes and Purification) | 01:12 | instrumental |
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2. | Seraphic Conspiracy (Of the Angels and Their Mission) | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
Children of the Lord in league, walking unseen in the multitude, among the men, whispering words with a voice from above, with a tongue of a snake, and these words are the light of the Lord... Heavenly messengers of coal and fire, keeping hearts beating in vain, emissaries of the shepherd of terror, armed with rusty blunt blades.They speak to souls, they blind the eyes, they hold the testimony of Jesus, cherubs of perdition, celestial guides, keeping sheep away from the path... Heavenly messengers of coaland fire, keeping hearts beating in vain, emissaries of the shepherd of terror, armed with rusty blunt blades. Bathed and lulled in the warm light of lies, like XanaX for the soul, the truth has died in all spirits, they rejoice and laugh as it burns... Hear their words, may they sound to you as the golden truth... | |||
3. | Melancholia Balneam Diaboli (Of Acedia and Her Daughters) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Only the man regarding nothing as important is able to fully sacrifice his life on the altar of his god. So wonder, fool: what’s the blessing? What’s the curse? Sick like a monk harassed by the devils of the twelfth hour, and by the sun warming up the bath of Satan. "Let them run" says the voice you all know too well. The believer’s race is elsewhere. Oceans of shimmering colours are dancing before the eyes almost blind, tired of a too long play for the end has been revealed. The light fades away, obscured by the black bile which rains in the veins like acid on rust. The colours turn dim and nothing shines any longer, appealing no more, under the sick immobile sun spreadin it’s damned poisoned light. The sick immobile sun warming up the bath of Satan. The virgins come numbing every pleasure, eight are they, eight paths out of their place. The virgins come choking the desire, closing the doors of flesh. Almost blind ad deaf, with a dead heart pumping dead blood through dry veins. Noble is the vague, dark sorrow of the one longing for the infinite and whose detestable existence is no longer suitable for the captives of materia, for he carries death in his belly | |||
4. | Redeem Restless Souls (Of Asmodaï and His Takeover) | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
I would sell my soul to the Devil and crawl in the oceans of misery, I would leave this life behind and make myself bleed ’til death... to force the angels to take my carnal cell to where life ends... The unspoken and unseen, criminal behaviour, two stabs right in the heart, mutual homicide. A divine possession, a moment in madness, a revenge in chaos, a life in Hell... At last in Hell! This pain redeems inside, washes away all sins, mortifies the flesh and kills all hopes. This path of time is not to be walked, for what is dead is dead, for real and forever. What can be kept through death? See what you want to see, I won’t reveal His tricks. Father of my perdition, herald of my redemption, torment of my damnation, light of my salvation... What is dead is dead... | |||
5. | Insemination (Of Procreation and Its Consequences) | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
Breath! Receive these chains for a life long, already stained in blood and tears. Born in dirt and fear, another candidate for misery. Feces will follow blood... The face permanently under the surface, inhaling fallacy miasmata, here begins the long loss. Your ceremony has just started, welcome to Hell! Behold the purity of the lamb, new-born and virgin of any sin. He holds them deep in his soul. Soon to be soiled, the immaculate robe! Mother! Your womb is nothing but a cementery, a pile of bloody flesh fertilized by the black sperm... Closed are the doors to the native rotten placenta, which fed the new-born son with its last sanguine drops. Son of human love, the larva wails and screams, unaware of the storms toc ome, soon to creep under kicks, soon to feel the grip, that makes all of us dance on the dead notes of His genetic symphony. Worse and worse... There can’t be any other way, there can’t be any salvation without genuflexion. Brought forth to the circle of life, like an absurd comedy for retardss, we will find a role for the new-comer. We just need more abused children... | |||
6. | The Birth of a Life’s Sacerdoce (Of Nascency and Ineluctability) | 04:56 | |
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7. | Descension from Life (Of Spiritual Discipline and Metaphysical Gravity) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Lower, time takes everything lower. The enemy makes everything dirtier. Children grow old and die, as all worlds crumble and dissolve. Down you go, what did you expect? All paths go this way far beneath. Buried in the dead black earth lies the forgotten architecture, the stones glanced upon through righteous expression like keys to the edifice lost behind oceans of clay. The fall cound never end, it carves the way through cold ground. The fall cound never end, where no one is supposed to go. The fall cound never end, to the truth originating all lies. The fall cound never end, down the cold domain that roots and corrupts the world from above. The fall cound never end, and the unseen eye prevails! Children get their wings through recognition ofthe stream, thus they join the empire of opposition and feed the torrents that desunite. They get as one with the glory beneath the world and suffer with pride. So, if you see me crying and drowned in mud, don’t you fear for me, it’s just that I’m speaking with God. | |||
8. | Subcutaneous Infection (Of Flesh and Its Decay) | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
The scabs start to itch: These wounds don’t want to heal. Maybe the whole dermis should be removed before the germs gangrene the soul. Suffering the torments of the alchemist trapped in the tenth tomb of the eight circle and whose nails tear his corrupted body to pieces, but the mange keeps on eating the epidermis, until nothing is left to infect. Truly, flesh is the kingdom of the Lord, the Devil’s stronghold. His odious tongue licks the limbs so they never turn healthy again. Welcome to the playground of entropic forces, where everything is built out of sand, where bodies are at war against themselves, it’s growing, crawling under skin, the hornedmetastasis forever hungry, devouring a road leading nowhere anyway. All beauty ends up in ugliness; all that you love is condemned to turn into liquid rottenness stagnating in the foulest resspits of this sick world. Truly, flesh is the kingdom of the Lord, the Devil’s stronghold. | |||
9. | Consecration of the Temple (Of the World and Its Impalement) | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Unholy semen rains on skinned agonizing landscapes: a macrocosmic fornication fertilizing the ordure, consecrating the ground. The thrice cursed phallus stabs through the arse of our world and this union seals the irrevocable perdition, leaving the world raped and annexed. And He walks His temple, in filth and carrion, as the deity of failure, whose vassals revere in erecting the revolting monument: the inmense crucifix, forged by the Devil Himself with the blackest of metals, the impurest of all that is earthly, the god-like pale forever killing the Earth. | |||
10. | Carnaceral (Of Disease and Decease) | 02:04 | |
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11. | Adiabatic Bonds of Consanguinity (Of Entropy and Life Denial) | 18:51 | Show lyrics |
A knee on the floor, then the final breath: there comes the victpry, the final step before what’s next. Darkness speaks and orders, and through the hazy veils of this life so far away, cries the child who doesn’t want to play. They’ll never get him alive. That’s why he’s reborn to die. With all the sorrow he found he buries the last relics of hope for he knows, for he’s been told, for he’s been proven. The fate brings back forgotten shadows before his tired eyes to better throw him down, but fanatic rage fears no challenge. The father strikes everywhere for the sake of holy failure. He bites and tears and tackles the world and the thankful child whose only wish is to die, to die from the father’s hands. Whose only wish is to die, to die in the father’s hands. And he cries of joy and pain at once at the sight of the crushing fate, the inexorable outcome. They die his death. The father is done with lies. The child couldn’t believe anymore, so he saw the truth therein and built the ruins of his existence upon it. He goes as death in life, as the shit-covered sword through healthy flesh, walking in the voice of the father, in his work of entropy, in his teaching of life denial. | |||
56:00 |
Grey Rigorism
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 24th, 2009 | Moribund Records | DEAD 138 CD | CD | |
August 24th, 2009 | Osmose Productions | OPLP229 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 2 colors |
August 24th, 2009 | Osmose Productions | OPCD 229 / OPCD229 | CD |
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Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
EsX | Guitars |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Necromorbus | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Seldon Hunt | Artwork |
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1. | The Golden Door | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Eyes watching in contemplation Eyes watching eyes with hunger Eyes watching eyes watching in obscene vertigo Eyes watching eyes watching eyes in the alcoves of the golden door, to which incongruous burning dreams have designed the way and the need. Behind the golden door is a land of storms, raging, clammy and feverish and its lightnings pierce the broken eggs of your eyes. Sacrificing to the religion of treachery and betrayal, the broken eyes slip in wet cavities, entering tunnels to the dark homes thereunder. In exaltation or in necessity, the rapes of the night carve their way through the burden of the tasteless standards of castration, feeding the rage inside, urging to enter the kingdom of transgression, its divine wildness, celebrating the wicked appeasement through degradation, ordure and impudence. Pounding the solar splendour with absurd yet passionate anger until the grey hours of little death, sign of a cosmic void, an absence just too present, choking the possibilities of it not to spread and triumph over divineless will. The golden door and its bitter rains falling of the cheeks like obscene tears, sacred gate to abnormal mysteries where the dogs are unleashed after innocence. And the vile torrents daze the soul in lascivious drunkenness to finally erase all the boundaries. The solar passage banishes the shame and let the will betray the shells of the past to better find its way towards the last of the houses. |
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2. | Omniabsence | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
The daily signs, in all their irony, remind me of the absence of chance to turn to something else, for I’m bound to the Devil with unbreakable chains, firmly held by His Sons whose hearts are drunk with the liquor of deception. Faith in the Holy Retriever leaves nothing much but void, as His silent voice weakens nerves and sanity. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the wall of captivity, covered with clumsy scribblings, emblems of deficiency, flightiness and vanity; smelling, dripping urine and lechery from the ground to the roof. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the walls of duplicity, for there are walls, and walls, and walls, and no door... Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. There’s no way out, no chance to solve a riddle unconscious of itself, for the mystery is concealed at the heart of madness. Bleed the knuckles, bleed for tempting yet sterile appears the way to take by force and not through inner ascension what it is eagered for. Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. Thus the way is clear, but catechism remains blank. Lost in a cold mist of unearthly thickness, the Sun abides doubtlessly, desperately, cruelly omniabsent. Alone among them all... Alone, alone in the glance of the Devil. | |||
3. | Kirjath-Ra | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Filth upon greatness, like night upon the earth, the crust of aeons defacing the work of the righteous, the scabs of centuries waiting to be scratched out to unveil the dormant truth. Of this they are built, the labyrinths of sleepness anarchy, of greatness and filth, of scum and of saints running like rats, breeding like rats in the ashes of time and God. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, church of the one and only god There were blind towers like careless arrows pointing towards the cold sky oppressing the mediocrity below, magnifying the greatness with the glare of a dead sun; the greatness of diaphanous monoliths erected on the land of grey idiocy; grey like the concrete vomited by the mouth of an insane god and a soil of stubborn dust. As above, so below, it’s raining filth on dust, like stupidity over ignorance. In the dirty rain, the scum keeps on breeding. And the dead sun may disappear, opening new temples, setting the night on fire. And men will be restless, because then the constraint gets even stronger. And new faces will appear, even less worthy. Ignorant vagabonds aimlessly roaming in mystery towards a god they don’t know. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, here, temple of the madness above Scum of the earth, unite and take over for you are the cherished stupid children of a god too great for you. |
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4. | La sainteté du mal | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
L’esprit du Mal est entré dans votre vie, les imbéciles ferment les yeux sur ces choses. Combien de prêtres n’osent seulement prononcer le nom de Satan ? Aujourd’hui que fait-on de la dignité humaine, le morne chant de bataille des instincts, que fait-on de la morale ? Une hygiène des sens… La tentation n’est plus qu’un appétit charnel, les Hommes ne recherchent que l’agréable et l’utile… Dans un tel monde, il n’y a plus rien pour le Saint, ou alors on dit qu’il est fou. La prudence humaine n’est qu’un piège. La vérité s’impose, l’instinct du crime… Je sais le mal que je vous fais en prononçant ces mots pour vous seul. Vous savez ce que c’est, une vocation, un appel... Là où Dieu vous appelle il vous faudra monter... monter ou vous perdre. N’attendez aucun secours humain. En doutant de vos forces et des desseins de Dieu sur vous, vous étiez dans une impasse. Je vous remets sur votre route. Je vous donne à ceux qui vous attendent, dont vous serez la proie. |
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5. | Cold Earth Mourning | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
In the grey fields of terror and death, where cannons never sleep and hunger is never quenched, they die and die and keep on dying in vermin and cold rancid blood. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! Forward, nevermind the iron storm. Ardour has passed away a long time ago now, no one could tell when, no one could tell why. But this life is not life, it’s the whole world committing mass suicide. Once convicted of unity, now beholding the true face of disharmony, allies have all failed, Sofia has fallen. Whatever, the march goes on and on and on... Here in the grey fields of terror and death, far away from homeland, defeatists and traitors, the alliance of death keeps on marching, keeps on dying for the sake of eternal confrontation. Reeling skeletal shadows, sleepless and dismayed, praying helpless gods when the night is too long in quaint rosaries and rusty weaponry, though there’s no place for doubt: there will still be death! In regrets and in fear, in sludge and in disease, it keeps on calling to burn what’s left to burn. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! And forget the mouths of clay that swallow forever more. Fidelity to the one whom time has passed can’t prevent the ravage of his heritage by the untenable scarlet tempest brought forth from the land of his eastern akin. The illusion of peace, the hoax of defeat has planted the seeds for times of sedition, and men will be seduced and scream in jubilation as darkness and despair covers the entire world. | |||
6. | Grey Rigorism | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
Holy rigidity! Sharpen the frail souls, tighten the hearts so laxism is dissolved. Yes, tears have been shed and confusion has reigned, but times of water have left place to times of fire. The monk is still harassed, the demons are still crawling, but the path has been cleared, cursed be those who would dare to defy! Spiritual severity, immutable conviction, blind our eyes to dubiety and force us to the grace of God! Grey rigorism, endlessly against you all. In the times of opposition, remember there’s a rope for each one of you. Shine in greyness, O splendid presence, and arm our hearts with effrontery and scorn, so the sinner can be punished and humiliated. In our times of vanity, let forgiveness die, and let penitence restore humility. Indifferent to the judgement of men, confident of the teachings of the Lord, my actions and faith are between me and my god. | |||
7. | When the Stars Align | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
Eyes of fire slowly open, burning through complete darkness. With majesty and determination the titanic body moves, finally awakening from death-like slumber. The flames that once were burning now burn again and none can restrain it. Deign to grab me in your claws and carry me away from decay, spread your wings O divine eagle ablaze for tonight, at last, the stars are right! The pale light from the constellations arranged in forbidden geometry is cocaine to the Phoenix and now he lives again. The word has been heard, the call has been answered. A new oath has been sealed as the light has invaded the horizon. After all the sins, after all the weakness, time has come for ascension, to elevate above the mass of infidels and to breath in glory to better welcome adversity. Let the will be purified, let the soul be cleansed. In this night of might and fire, when the stars align, see the obstacles mercilessly consumed by the scornful flames of the divine firebird. Higher and higher! Behold! The implacable flight of the glorious Phoenix, omen of greatness and domination. From the ashes of death to the fire of life, from the bottomless pit to disappear in the firmament as one with the astral pattern. Let the clouds die so these impious stars can finally shine, dissipate confusion and reveal darker darkness! | |||
8. | Désaveu | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
Chaque acte de ta vie est signé de ton hérédité. Oui, je les vois ces êtres au nom du sort, Dieu m’accorde de les voir. C’est vrai, je te vois en eux, et eux en toi. Tous ces visages se superposent et ne font qu’un, celui là même du Vice. Les gestes se fixent tous dans une même attitude, le geste du crime, partout le Mal ! Voilà le mystère de ta génération : des dizaines d’hommes et de femmes liés par les fibres du même cancer. Tu t’es reconnu dans les tiens, tu ne te distingues plus du troupeau. Pas un acte de ta vie qui n’ait ailleurs son double, pas une pensée qui te sois propre, une pensée qui n’est pas morte avec les morts, pas un geste qui ne fût depuis longtemps tracé, non pas semblable, mais exactement les mêmes, non pas répété mais unique. Tu la sens l’immense tromperie de ta vie ? Tu l’entends le rire de Celui qui te trompe ? Chacun de tes misérables ancêtres a reconnu et flairé en toi son bien et vient le reprendre, et toi tu abandonnes tout ? C’est comme si ce troupeau venait manger dans ta main sa propre vie. Que veux-tu leur expliquer, que veux-tu leur reprendre ? Ils te laissent la faute dans ton cœur d’enfant. Vous ne m’avez pas compris. Il est là. C’est Lui notre conscience. Il est notre conscience. Satan est prince de ce monde, il l’a dans ses mains. Il est là, vainqueur. M’avez-vous compris ? Je vous dit que nous sommes vaincus, et Dieu avec nous... vaincu... vaincu... |
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9. | In the Halls of White Death | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
The journey goes on from the grey childhood to the fires of faith, the signs are followed among shadows, rats and wrecks. Through Hell and snow I go as they laugh and scream and wallow naked in the poisonous cold fields, roused in the comforting drunkenness. The journey goes on, time passes by and the sky is still grey and this greyness is the greatest of sins: the gentle snow which buries the souls and the world. And the sky is a lie, home of the cold black sun of a malignant god. Let it shine and feed the legions of fools. Let it shine and inspire those to bear its sight. And from the other side the black boy in the corner stares at me and his long time silent songs sing with a hint of despair from the halls of white death he has entered, behind the river and its black stream to which I used to drink and still drink and sing the songs of nostalgia. But no memory nor any rhyme, no matter the words, will dry Philomena’s tears. And her tears feed the river, and so do mine. There is no hope nor mercy for those led astray and the roads disappear in the steady blizzard, and its knives of ice will numb your soul and kill your salvation in the halls of white death! | |||
10. | By Thy Grace | 13:31 | Show lyrics |
O Lord, the time is now to kill the silence of prayers, to scream at the face of all this vow of obedience. Give my will the strength to march toward Thee in nudity, submission and holiness. Lead me to the gates of the worlds below, O divine light from the North, to the secrets of the 11 Kings of Edom, where no light dwells but the black one that strives against creation. Let me descend, O Lord, and cross Thine Abyss and stand at Thy Left at the edge of divinity. Adonaï, the time is now that Thy Divine Ways are sought and walked to leave behind the house of mundane futility to seek Thy Breath beyond the gates of night and receive The blessing of darkness by Thy Grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! Adonaï, hear this soul that sings Thy Glory. These knees are made for kneeling and that is just what they do, so grant Thy Favours to this son of Thine. Adonaï, in the times of glorification, put Thy Fire in my throat, put Thy Fire in my throat! Fill it up of Thee so that I can sing Thy Perfection. Put Thy Thom in my heart so that I can die, and by Thy Grace, and Thy Grace only shall I be reborn, by Thy Grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! Adonaï, my one and only god! For too long have I put quietude in my prayers, for too long have I delayed the decisive moment when the pact is sealed and there is no turning back. And in Thy Very Holy Name, by Thy Very Holy Grace, shall I descend into death and bathe in Thy Divine Darkness that shall open my eyes to Thy Very Holy Truth, never to return, never! May this be my prayer for today, and forever more. Adonaï, uphold my soul so that I do not fail; grant me the strength to withstand Thy Glance, and deny me not as I march toward Thy Victory. Do not spare me, manifest in all Thy Glory, and by Thy Grace sanctify me! And in the end, Adonaï, I know all these words are Thine. What a long road to Thy Domain so far from life. May the pilgrimage begin, beyond the borders of this world, beyond all safety and sanity, beyond laughs and eulogies, to where I shall find Thee at the edge of transcendence, by Thy grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! |
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The Acausal Mass
Album versions
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June 22nd, 2012 | AFM Records | AFM 397-2 | CD | |
June 22nd, 2012 | AFM Records | AFM 397-1 | 12" vinyl | |
2012 | Fono Ltd. | FO923CD | CD |
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
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Mortuus | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tore Stjerna | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Sverker Widgren | Mixing |
Fenomeno Design | Cover art |
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1. | Vestals of Descending Light | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Fall inevitably downward. Thrown away in heresy of being. Fall under the jailers yoke. Captive in a motionless exile. |
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2. | Arousing Wombs in Nine Angles Pleroma | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
Exhausted from labours of hoarding, for he wanders across the baptistry of disconsolate, eyelids anointed with sweeping dust of lies, he who releases the archontal pleonasm and feasts of old cross worship. For a thousand times has he hung, the same smiling noose, praying for his bars not to disappear, for the veil of dust not to leave, for the lion head with foolish eyes not to burst the paunch of clouds. Hysterically handling his sinister logarithm, one that stole from men a vision of infinite wisdom. Hurried buildings, houses with rotten foundations, rickety bridges are like black teeth on black gums. Everywhere where crawl a carrion of the eye, these prosthetics of Chaos spread and acclaim the fall, fresh lungs and rat breath, a communion in fear, for a new scarlet whore to rise. Secular throbbing rising, the Earth is devouring itself. Pruritus manifestation, Evil in all creation. The necessity to coalesce in matter, devourment within devourment, overlapping jaws seeping endless Parousia. Utter unsightliness fills every hole of reality, every womb who stagnates a thick placenta, from where a blessed urination will take place. Each second fails the abortion process, each century brings an abject coagulation of flesh and divine tissue of fear. Look and understand! The excision of the great Sophia is complete. The excision of the great Sophia is now complete as a piece of pleroma falls into the void of material worth. | |||
3. | Gospel of the Void | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Look! The inverted eyes! A cut out in numinous motion (a particle of the void instilled within to carry the pneuma that lies beyond pleroma). Look, blind fool! Much is yielded from a simple glance (one of the seventh signature, to a fullness that consumes, a liquefaction of the origins through inertia moving peepholes). Yawning heights, blessed be their names, arches of exultant space, blades of bloom capturing the salt of God at the foot of the pillars of graciousness. As above, so below: Iao! Sabaoth! Astaphanos! Carrying the ogdoad. Ialdabaolth! Adonais! Elaios! That which lies low lives high, that which devours also gives. Those who believe revere the Void. Lord of the Abyss, Pro-Pater, the one whose absence consecrates this world with libels of soil and Eucharist of genital dust. A pallid sign, a bleeding face: you shall learn a true baptism is yet to come. Your skin will be turned inside out, while needles molest your baptismal blood. Theophanic sigils pervade your mess, bubbling amidst the festering strains of menstruation. Yawning praying meat. | |||
4. | Beati Estis Cum Maledixerint Vobis | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Blessed shall be the sacrificed! Blessed shall be the infected! Prolapsed whores and deserted children. Worshipers of rats, devotees to the one who lies in the public urinals. Blessed are they! For the light which shall save us, comes not from between the stars, but amongst the flies on rotting testes. For the gospel of treachery are sung through rotten mouths, through black veils, and by vapours of the dead, as their bodies embrace the swallow of Earth.Do you know that even after death, they still taste the flavour of cancer ? Blessed is the dust and the adoration of sterility. Blessed are you to be insulted. Piss on me, devoted one. Show me your ancestry, and what your mother taught you. I want to smell the fragrance of your sins (you vanilla ape), I want you to wmear on me the crass of your cross-shaped oncogenitals. Do you still believe in the great absentee? Spit on me your genuine faith syrup. I want it with coal, moisture and moans, and all the dirty things you’ve put aside for your dogs. My thorny pup, nullify me in your divine backroom, for the procession of the weak and the wanker is all mine to see. | |||
5. | Hypophanie | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Clouds move away where one can see the face of the mongrel, demiurge born of a compressed fracture of light’s division. The retard God of hebrews surrounded by tetramorphic hounds. The fruit, and the worm which ate it, are moulded in the same tubular consciousness, morphing with no goal, a symmetric disease with no center nor outline. To divide the divine in its secular forms, to embrace the cleansing of soul mutilation. Seconds and centuries fill the same bottle. Drunk are we on the juice of perdition! Unable to remember the day of burying, unable to perceive the harbingers of the unmasking to come. Sparkling garlands of decay fill emptiness with vast portion of terror. The Cosmic strife of creation against a stillness of the ages beneath, the corpuscle against the wave. If space is black, it’s because we are blind. Living and sleeping in bloody sheets of clustered matter, acting as if we knew something other than a submission to the rattle of the fooled one. Wallowing in a filth not yet spread, wandering in ruins not yet fallen, heirs of an abortion committed out of womb. Embrace the unmasking so the aeons can radiate again and forever reverse the foul parody of creation. Look and understand! | |||
6. | Obstetrics of Devourment | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge. Brain vehicles like razor shaped cells align to unleash time. My corpse is born, shall we call it a body? A soul metastasis grows as a non-euclidian tumour, a bag of faeces and guts purposely stuck to the flanks of eternity. I crawl, blinded by memories and sealed abstractions, to the end of gravity, where lies the embolic birth (piercing the space between myself and the vessel of panic, and pituitas of dead blood). Sealing the fire of Gnosis in semen’ starving lairs, spores of the uncanny. I crawl, abstract ghoul, leading matter to its fate, a depth where reflection of sorrow spread eternally. (Consuming tongues for consuming languages, a still fountain of holes and tubes). Weeping wombs plagued by the flux of placenta and dead nerves. Stop the spread of the human plague, for birth reveals nothing but pandemic illness and the human masquerade bellies stuffed with manure shaped as prenatal worms, unholy thrones to be poisoned with pentothal, for their crown to naught more than crawling snakes. Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge. | |||
7. | Worms in the Divine Intestine | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Blind mouths tend towards the stars. The pallid slough of west has agonized since dawn, pouring marks of devastation, strewing the waste of sublimation. Greyish reflection of a dead noumenon, the hebdomad all around, here and there, before and after, erects in all directions. A sprawling and ubiquitous scaffold yet visible by black torches. Crawling counterfeits, libations of dirt, shadows of dog shadows. Holes with teeth that seized and shake fallow flesh. Son of frigid intercourse, weaving are they the matter of void, in their infected meat, piling up the bones of immortality. Born under an impotent sun’s glaucoma, sons of disgraceful penetration repeat ceaselessly the acts of a trial which led to exile. The extrication of a vine shoots from matter, nothing more than to excrete through rags of time. | |||
8. | Abortion Light | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
For I have roamed too long in this kingdom of misery, in this limbo enlightened by gleams of flesh, at the core of passions too short, of feeble fevers embraced by dead bellies. For too long have I chosen the path of ichorous, sinner-child corruptions. Onanist without vigour, criminal without glory. As vermin, your hopes shift in your consciousness, invisible waste, idioms like worms twitching in your nerve endings. Does it gave you the feeling to exist? To you desire to be greater than the hypostasis of Earth’s agony? Naturaliter ignotus! Evil remains moral. For there is no action, only gestures, and no crime, but shapeless facts. Hold the germs of lust in thy faded lungs, make it spoil, turn into gas and inoculate the flatulent uterus of your slovenly wives and wretched sisters. You shall become the inertial mas, the human coil which clots, radiates, metastases, sterilizes, a tumour with a human face, the loch which turns into the key. Light-eater at the ninth angle complexion, where time deflects and commits the insane reflection of the acephale in mirrors of grave industry. Murder to project the void into the cradle of matter, incest inflicted to cross out his own birth and shout to this world, “I’m not yours!” | |||
9. | Liminal Matter Corruption | 08:27 | Show lyrics |
Mater as a betrayal of matter, creation through parodies of creation. Each act in existence feeds its own plagiarism. (Black breath of pleroma). No motion model behind the coelum-faced anima, but the pallid pattern of sterility. A divine slough wraps heredity. A funeral shroud. What’s the soul supposed to carry on? A corrupted cell, the last unknown factor of the shifting equation, an invisible legacy of a siffened fall. Igneous meat stuffed with the poison of meaning. We shall keep behind our eyes this pulsar of terror Crevices of a place that does not exist. Spinal corrections are dozens of traps. Here light turns to matter and fades. Treason stratified in illumination, skin lying under skins, flesh lying under flesh. A veil of cells bound in weakest chemistries, born from the prime and Evil gesture, Unfolding stratums of grievous mares, the first steps of the germ creating the path to entropy. I have seen the men behind the sun, their lungs constantly dialized by the black breath of pleroma. Cause. Principle. Unity. What is the soul supposed to carry on? To souls to commit the acclaim of Cosmic dysentery. What is the soul supposed to be? Mors duplex: altera quidem omnibus nota, ubi corpus solvitur a corpore, altera vero philosophorum, quum anima, solvitur a corpore, nec semper altera alteram sequitur. I saw her, she bears the flame, but no one could recognize her. Her heart beats but no blood flows, for she hides not beneath an arterial disguise. She is the decaying limb, a disease to necessity, a crack in space and time from whence flow the stones and throbbing waters of enema. To fulfill the palimpsest of human parody. | |||
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Omegaphilia
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June 9th, 2017 | Season of Mist | Digital | Bandcamp | |
June 9th, 2017 | Chaos Reigns | GQCS-90346 | CD | Japan |
June 9th, 2017 | Season of Mist Underground Activists | SUA081LP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 4 colors |
June 9th, 2017 | Season of Mist Underground Activists | SUA081 | CD | |
June 9th, 2017 | Season of Mist Underground Activists | SUA081D | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
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Aldrahn | Vocals (additional) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dehn Sora | Cover art |
Andrew Guillotin | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Cauterizing Cosmos | 06:29 | |
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2. | The Falsified Son | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
Years of slavery, standing in the blaze of excrements Keeping my eyes open amongst the dirty deeds of souls My liver like a rat poisoning the remains of my body My lips are still moving as if they can still profess Some stinking promise able to make whores laying down. A litany of lies, a rosary of mucous membranes Stuck together to fulfill the whole fucking movie I swallowed too much, a wasted semen has poisoned my veins I saw too much, my eyelids are curtains constantly burning The fetid sunrise has blemished my organs in a single second... Nothing remains of these years of devotion, black metal ruined everything, Satan gives no rest, for He spawns the inner enemy Cosmic conspiracy denies each attempt to die. |
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3. | Apophatic Weaponry | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests High expectations are leading to high desecrations The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void. Omegavore : the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence. For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption. Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding. The joy of God is the joy of his absence His vanishing has left the world ascend, As an ocean, when leaving the shore, Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life God is the absence of God Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb Have rotted to become unholy germs, Scabbing shells of inertia and terror. I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being To desecrate my own creation Syllable by syllable, letters by letters, shapes after shapes of his manifestation. |
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4. | Gutters of Pain | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
I betrayed betrayal itself As an embedded solution to cast away the global obscenity Disgusting humans - only walls disguised in beasts, a sordid treachery Nasty whores in the urge to split their bellies With some cesarean waste summoned by dead semen. I collected infections, to remind me that I was sane Wandering in the streets, filling in the alcoves of the post-urban semantic A post-human narcotic ! My quivering carcass stuck in stratums of dope, lube and deception Redefining my dream of autarky in the mud of promiscuity Whenever I try to rise again, I wane into dregs, muck, and gospel of snorting My soul ? A scrotal bag, dragged in the gutters With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled Eternally alprazolaming Evil to fit it in tubes and intestines. |
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5. | Sights in the Abysmal Lure | 05:21 | |
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6. | Cesspool Coronation | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
All the disturbances and depravities of the earth were scheduled to be gathered at this precise moment, in this precise time. All the brutishness, All the injuries made to physical compensations, All the slaveries, unexpected rottennesses, sordid hallucinations, Flattering obscurities lying inside dead shells… All the injections, all the parodical funeral orations… (Aldrahn) : Decadence and logic in perfumed irritation, (A : ) Born from the pain of living, (A : ) A drugged-out ego dysfunction. All the retina obstructions through ready made rays Of patterned fallible light, Malign enhancements to blindness and foolishness, Five knuckle shuffles and sick premonitions… (A : ) Conjuring weakness, (A : ) Irreverence and bad alchemy, (A : ) Synthetic vultures, (A : ) Deceitful mad preachers All the possibilities of parental decay, All the whisperings committed by flesh bootleggers Filling almost dead bodies With mud and smegma soup, Manipulations, Moistening sheets and all nights spent In relentless fear of God. All silences contained by broken coils, All meditations burdened by mediocrity and wounds and fruitless chases, All E-coli, amplified magnitudes and strong visitations, All lewd and impure embraces, tropopauses, and smuggled phenotypes, Haunted parcels of symmetry and fear, all casual shit noise for retarded, Farting sacred texts, all of that dozen summers left behind, All death sacerdoces and pointless catechesis... (A : ) Everyone has gathered at this precise moment inside space and time geometry, (A : ) Crowning righteousness while everything is about to fall. Toutes les impiétés, les dissonances chimiques, les bouches riantes et risibles, les cataractes obtenues à travers quelques ready-made de lumière faillible, les améliorations à base de semences mortes, toutes les possibilités de dégénérescence génitale, de pourrissement parental, tous les soupirs commis à travers les tubulures enfardées de ces vendeurs de viandes mortes, tous ces potages de smegma et de foutre stérilisés, toutes les molestations, manipulations, tous les draps à la moiteur entretenue au cours de nuits poisseuses à craindre Dieu, tous les silences contenus au creux des stérilets cassés, toutes les bactéries et leurs anagrammes de crasse, toutes les hantises, les magnitudes amplifiées, les phénotypes de contrebande, les parcelles distraites de symétrie, les textes sacrés flatulents, les étés fanés, les catéchèses jaunies et tous les cultes rapiécés, tout s’est rassemblé à ce moment précis, à ce point de l’espace et du temps, couronnant la précieuse hérédité de tout ce qui est sur le point de sombrer. |
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7. | At the Vanguard of Deception | 09:07 | Show lyrics |
At the Vanguard of Deception The mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh This mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to this rotten shell Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks In a yelling void That bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race, Leading to paths of bites Channeling me to infected waters, Abused by the gutter of the world, Where our flame, cast in flesh Is nothing but a nail stuck in filth. . The mourning I wear is not mine... But a pigsty where brews my dated passion For the old satanic archetype Virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse… There’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity, An ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of God Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of Nag Hammadi. Oh, Satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast ? Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids Our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials, Are starving for starvation. I consume everything I touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth Someday I’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile My belly secretes a living manure, some AIDS-faced abomination Able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest. Time’s poisoning the idea of being, Cosmos is the reverse of creation All is fucked, nothing can grow, Each second cancels a century Standing at the vanguard of deception. As a fanatic of my own destruction, I’ve reach the suburbs of devastation, of devestalisation Praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry. You have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your existence Experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of God Now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter Replacing the whole sky Testing the shooting room. In Pavore Dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto. Domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo. |
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43:48 |
Ashes of Purification
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Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
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1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
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2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
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3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
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4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
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5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
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6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
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7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
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8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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Ashes of Purification
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Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
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1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
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2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
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3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
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4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
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5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
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6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
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7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
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8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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41:04 |
Ashes of Purification
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Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
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Side A | |||
1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
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2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
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3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
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4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
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Side B - Side Before | |||
5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
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6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
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7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
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8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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41:04 |
Ashes of Purification
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
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2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
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8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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41:04 |
Ashes of Purification
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
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2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
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8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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9. | Seraphic Conspiracy (live) | 05:47 | |
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10. | Ashes of Purification (live) | 08:13 | |
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55:04 |
Ashes of Purification
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
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2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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41:04 |
Ashes of Purification
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Caelifer | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Suicide | 03:49 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:59 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Noigel | 05:28 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | The Fall Amongst the Legions of Slaves | 04:11 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | Live the Lie | 05:02 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Horns Defeat Thorns | 05:13 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Blood | 04:43 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | Ashes of Purification | 06:39 | |
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41:04 |
Obsecrations to the Horned
Members | |
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Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Necrolith | Drums (track 15-19) |
Gommorrhus | Drums (track 1-14) |
Asmodee | Guitars (track 1-14) |
Guest/Session | |
Lord Amroth | Vocals (track 16) |
Terrorizt | Vocals (backing) (track 17) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Intro | 00:41 | |
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2. | Asgard, Kingdom of Nordic Gods | 05:00 | |
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3. | Unholy God of the Past | 05:55 | |
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4. | The Myth of Avallon | 03:51 | |
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5. | Interlude I | 04:11 | |
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6. | Running to the Dark | 04:22 | |
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7. | Interlude II | 00:28 | |
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8. | Malleus Maleficarum | 04:53 | |
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9. | Interlude III | 00:20 | |
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10. | Outro | 01:27 | |
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11. | Eresia | 06:23 | |
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12. | Apostasy | 02:41 | |
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13. | The Sabbath’s Celebration | 04:46 | |
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14. | Farewell to My Land | 05:37 | |
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15. | Intro | 01:12 | |
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16. | Noigel | 05:02 | |
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17. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:34 | |
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18. | Live the Lie | 05:21 | |
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19. | Sanctum Regnum | 04:32 | |
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01:12:16 |
Obsecrations to the Horned
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Amfortas | Guitars |
Kaelifer | Bass |
Sateo | Vocals, Guitars |
Necrolith | Drums (track 15-19) |
Gommorrhus | Drums (track 1-14) |
Asmodee | Guitars (track 1-14) |
Guest/Session | |
Lord Amroth | Vocals (track 16) |
Terrorizt | Vocals (backing) (track 17) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Intro | 00:41 | |
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2. | Asgard, Kingdom of Nordic Gods | 05:00 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
3. | Unholy God of the Past | 05:55 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | The Myth of Avallon | 03:51 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
5. | Interlude I | 04:11 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Running to the Dark | 04:22 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Interlude II | 00:28 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | Malleus Maleficarum | 04:53 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
9. | Interlude III | 00:20 | |
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10. | Outro | 01:27 | |
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31:08 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Eresia | 06:23 | |
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2. | Apostasy | 02:41 | |
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3. | The Sabbath’s Celebration | 04:46 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
4. | Farewell to My Land | 05:37 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
5. | Intro | 01:12 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Noigel | 05:02 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Paedophilic Orgasmatron | 05:34 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | Live the Lie | 05:21 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
9. | Sanctum Regnum | 04:32 | |
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41:08 |
Of Entropy and Life Denial
Members | |
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Seremoth | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Feyd | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | ... (Of Ashes and Purification) | 01:12 | instrumental |
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2. | Seraphic Conspiracy (Of the Angels and Their Mission) | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
Children of the Lord in league, walking unseen in the multitude, among the men, whispering words with a voice from above, with a tongue of a snake, and these words are the light of the Lord... Heavenly messengers of coal and fire, keeping hearts beating in vain, emissaries of the shepherd of terror, armed with rusty blunt blades.They speak to souls, they blind the eyes, they hold the testimony of Jesus, cherubs of perdition, celestial guides, keeping sheep away from the path... Heavenly messengers of coaland fire, keeping hearts beating in vain, emissaries of the shepherd of terror, armed with rusty blunt blades. Bathed and lulled in the warm light of lies, like XanaX for the soul, the truth has died in all spirits, they rejoice and laugh as it burns... Hear their words, may they sound to you as the golden truth... | |||
3. | Melancholia Balneam Diaboli (Of Acedia and Her Daughters) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Only the man regarding nothing as important is able to fully sacrifice his life on the altar of his god. So wonder, fool: what’s the blessing? What’s the curse? Sick like a monk harassed by the devils of the twelfth hour, and by the sun warming up the bath of Satan. "Let them run" says the voice you all know too well. The believer’s race is elsewhere. Oceans of shimmering colours are dancing before the eyes almost blind, tired of a too long play for the end has been revealed. The light fades away, obscured by the black bile which rains in the veins like acid on rust. The colours turn dim and nothing shines any longer, appealing no more, under the sick immobile sun spreadin it’s damned poisoned light. The sick immobile sun warming up the bath of Satan. The virgins come numbing every pleasure, eight are they, eight paths out of their place. The virgins come choking the desire, closing the doors of flesh. Almost blind ad deaf, with a dead heart pumping dead blood through dry veins. Noble is the vague, dark sorrow of the one longing for the infinite and whose detestable existence is no longer suitable for the captives of materia, for he carries death in his belly | |||
4. | Redeem Restless Souls (Of Asmodaï and His Takeover) | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
I would sell my soul to the Devil and crawl in the oceans of misery, I would leave this life behind and make myself bleed ’til death... to force the angels to take my carnal cell to where life ends... The unspoken and unseen, criminal behaviour, two stabs right in the heart, mutual homicide. A divine possession, a moment in madness, a revenge in chaos, a life in Hell... At last in Hell! This pain redeems inside, washes away all sins, mortifies the flesh and kills all hopes. This path of time is not to be walked, for what is dead is dead, for real and forever. What can be kept through death? See what you want to see, I won’t reveal His tricks. Father of my perdition, herald of my redemption, torment of my damnation, light of my salvation... What is dead is dead... | |||
5. | Insemination (Of Procreation and Its Consequences) | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
Breath! Receive these chains for a life long, already stained in blood and tears. Born in dirt and fear, another candidate for misery. Feces will follow blood... The face permanently under the surface, inhaling fallacy miasmata, here begins the long loss. Your ceremony has just started, welcome to Hell! Behold the purity of the lamb, new-born and virgin of any sin. He holds them deep in his soul. Soon to be soiled, the immaculate robe! Mother! Your womb is nothing but a cementery, a pile of bloody flesh fertilized by the black sperm... Closed are the doors to the native rotten placenta, which fed the new-born son with its last sanguine drops. Son of human love, the larva wails and screams, unaware of the storms toc ome, soon to creep under kicks, soon to feel the grip, that makes all of us dance on the dead notes of His genetic symphony. Worse and worse... There can’t be any other way, there can’t be any salvation without genuflexion. Brought forth to the circle of life, like an absurd comedy for retardss, we will find a role for the new-comer. We just need more abused children... | |||
6. | The Birth of a Life’s Sacerdoce (Of Nascency and Ineluctability) | 04:56 | |
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7. | Descension from Life (Of Spiritual Discipline and Metaphysical Gravity) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Lower, time takes everything lower. The enemy makes everything dirtier. Children grow old and die, as all worlds crumble and dissolve. Down you go, what did you expect? All paths go this way far beneath. Buried in the dead black earth lies the forgotten architecture, the stones glanced upon through righteous expression like keys to the edifice lost behind oceans of clay. The fall cound never end, it carves the way through cold ground. The fall cound never end, where no one is supposed to go. The fall cound never end, to the truth originating all lies. The fall cound never end, down the cold domain that roots and corrupts the world from above. The fall cound never end, and the unseen eye prevails! Children get their wings through recognition ofthe stream, thus they join the empire of opposition and feed the torrents that desunite. They get as one with the glory beneath the world and suffer with pride. So, if you see me crying and drowned in mud, don’t you fear for me, it’s just that I’m speaking with God. | |||
8. | Subcutaneous Infection (Of Flesh and Its Decay) | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
The scabs start to itch: These wounds don’t want to heal. Maybe the whole dermis should be removed before the germs gangrene the soul. Suffering the torments of the alchemist trapped in the tenth tomb of the eight circle and whose nails tear his corrupted body to pieces, but the mange keeps on eating the epidermis, until nothing is left to infect. Truly, flesh is the kingdom of the Lord, the Devil’s stronghold. His odious tongue licks the limbs so they never turn healthy again. Welcome to the playground of entropic forces, where everything is built out of sand, where bodies are at war against themselves, it’s growing, crawling under skin, the hornedmetastasis forever hungry, devouring a road leading nowhere anyway. All beauty ends up in ugliness; all that you love is condemned to turn into liquid rottenness stagnating in the foulest resspits of this sick world. Truly, flesh is the kingdom of the Lord, the Devil’s stronghold. | |||
9. | Consecration of the Temple (Of the World and Its Impalement) | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Unholy semen rains on skinned agonizing landscapes: a macrocosmic fornication fertilizing the ordure, consecrating the ground. The thrice cursed phallus stabs through the arse of our world and this union seals the irrevocable perdition, leaving the world raped and annexed. And He walks His temple, in filth and carrion, as the deity of failure, whose vassals revere in erecting the revolting monument: the inmense crucifix, forged by the Devil Himself with the blackest of metals, the impurest of all that is earthly, the god-like pale forever killing the Earth. | |||
10. | Carnaceral (Of Disease and Decease) | 02:04 | |
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11. | Adiabatic Bonds of Consanguinity (Of Entropy and Life Denial) | 18:51 | Show lyrics |
A knee on the floor, then the final breath: there comes the victpry, the final step before what’s next. Darkness speaks and orders, and through the hazy veils of this life so far away, cries the child who doesn’t want to play. They’ll never get him alive. That’s why he’s reborn to die. With all the sorrow he found he buries the last relics of hope for he knows, for he’s been told, for he’s been proven. The fate brings back forgotten shadows before his tired eyes to better throw him down, but fanatic rage fears no challenge. The father strikes everywhere for the sake of holy failure. He bites and tears and tackles the world and the thankful child whose only wish is to die, to die from the father’s hands. Whose only wish is to die, to die in the father’s hands. And he cries of joy and pain at once at the sight of the crushing fate, the inexorable outcome. They die his death. The father is done with lies. The child couldn’t believe anymore, so he saw the truth therein and built the ruins of his existence upon it. He goes as death in life, as the shit-covered sword through healthy flesh, walking in the voice of the father, in his work of entropy, in his teaching of life denial. | |||
56:00 |
Of Entropy and Life Denial
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Seremoth | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
Feyd | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | ... (Of Ashes and Purification) | 01:12 | instrumental |
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2. | Seraphic Conspiracy (Of the Angels and Their Mission) | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
Children of the Lord in league, walking unseen in the multitude, among the men, whispering words with a voice from above, with a tongue of a snake, and these words are the light of the Lord... Heavenly messengers of coal and fire, keeping hearts beating in vain, emissaries of the shepherd of terror, armed with rusty blunt blades.They speak to souls, they blind the eyes, they hold the testimony of Jesus, cherubs of perdition, celestial guides, keeping sheep away from the path... Heavenly messengers of coaland fire, keeping hearts beating in vain, emissaries of the shepherd of terror, armed with rusty blunt blades. Bathed and lulled in the warm light of lies, like XanaX for the soul, the truth has died in all spirits, they rejoice and laugh as it burns... Hear their words, may they sound to you as the golden truth... | |||
3. | Melancholia Balneam Diaboli (Of Acedia and Her Daughters) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Only the man regarding nothing as important is able to fully sacrifice his life on the altar of his god. So wonder, fool: what’s the blessing? What’s the curse? Sick like a monk harassed by the devils of the twelfth hour, and by the sun warming up the bath of Satan. "Let them run" says the voice you all know too well. The believer’s race is elsewhere. Oceans of shimmering colours are dancing before the eyes almost blind, tired of a too long play for the end has been revealed. The light fades away, obscured by the black bile which rains in the veins like acid on rust. The colours turn dim and nothing shines any longer, appealing no more, under the sick immobile sun spreadin it’s damned poisoned light. The sick immobile sun warming up the bath of Satan. The virgins come numbing every pleasure, eight are they, eight paths out of their place. The virgins come choking the desire, closing the doors of flesh. Almost blind ad deaf, with a dead heart pumping dead blood through dry veins. Noble is the vague, dark sorrow of the one longing for the infinite and whose detestable existence is no longer suitable for the captives of materia, for he carries death in his belly | |||
4. | Redeem Restless Souls (Of Asmodaï and His Takeover) | 03:32 | Show lyrics |
I would sell my soul to the Devil and crawl in the oceans of misery, I would leave this life behind and make myself bleed ’til death... to force the angels to take my carnal cell to where life ends... The unspoken and unseen, criminal behaviour, two stabs right in the heart, mutual homicide. A divine possession, a moment in madness, a revenge in chaos, a life in Hell... At last in Hell! This pain redeems inside, washes away all sins, mortifies the flesh and kills all hopes. This path of time is not to be walked, for what is dead is dead, for real and forever. What can be kept through death? See what you want to see, I won’t reveal His tricks. Father of my perdition, herald of my redemption, torment of my damnation, light of my salvation... What is dead is dead... | |||
5. | Insemination (Of Procreation and Its Consequences) | 04:38 | Show lyrics |
Breath! Receive these chains for a life long, already stained in blood and tears. Born in dirt and fear, another candidate for misery. Feces will follow blood... The face permanently under the surface, inhaling fallacy miasmata, here begins the long loss. Your ceremony has just started, welcome to Hell! Behold the purity of the lamb, new-born and virgin of any sin. He holds them deep in his soul. Soon to be soiled, the immaculate robe! Mother! Your womb is nothing but a cementery, a pile of bloody flesh fertilized by the black sperm... Closed are the doors to the native rotten placenta, which fed the new-born son with its last sanguine drops. Son of human love, the larva wails and screams, unaware of the storms toc ome, soon to creep under kicks, soon to feel the grip, that makes all of us dance on the dead notes of His genetic symphony. Worse and worse... There can’t be any other way, there can’t be any salvation without genuflexion. Brought forth to the circle of life, like an absurd comedy for retardss, we will find a role for the new-comer. We just need more abused children... | |||
Side B | |||
6. | The Birth of a Life’s Sacerdoce (Of Nascency and Ineluctability) | 04:56 | |
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7. | Descension from Life (Of Spiritual Discipline and Metaphysical Gravity) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Lower, time takes everything lower. The enemy makes everything dirtier. Children grow old and die, as all worlds crumble and dissolve. Down you go, what did you expect? All paths go this way far beneath. Buried in the dead black earth lies the forgotten architecture, the stones glanced upon through righteous expression like keys to the edifice lost behind oceans of clay. The fall cound never end, it carves the way through cold ground. The fall cound never end, where no one is supposed to go. The fall cound never end, to the truth originating all lies. The fall cound never end, down the cold domain that roots and corrupts the world from above. The fall cound never end, and the unseen eye prevails! Children get their wings through recognition ofthe stream, thus they join the empire of opposition and feed the torrents that desunite. They get as one with the glory beneath the world and suffer with pride. So, if you see me crying and drowned in mud, don’t you fear for me, it’s just that I’m speaking with God. | |||
8. | Subcutaneous Infection (Of Flesh and Its Decay) | 04:01 | Show lyrics |
The scabs start to itch: These wounds don’t want to heal. Maybe the whole dermis should be removed before the germs gangrene the soul. Suffering the torments of the alchemist trapped in the tenth tomb of the eight circle and whose nails tear his corrupted body to pieces, but the mange keeps on eating the epidermis, until nothing is left to infect. Truly, flesh is the kingdom of the Lord, the Devil’s stronghold. His odious tongue licks the limbs so they never turn healthy again. Welcome to the playground of entropic forces, where everything is built out of sand, where bodies are at war against themselves, it’s growing, crawling under skin, the hornedmetastasis forever hungry, devouring a road leading nowhere anyway. All beauty ends up in ugliness; all that you love is condemned to turn into liquid rottenness stagnating in the foulest resspits of this sick world. Truly, flesh is the kingdom of the Lord, the Devil’s stronghold. | |||
9. | Consecration of the Temple (Of the World and Its Impalement) | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Unholy semen rains on skinned agonizing landscapes: a macrocosmic fornication fertilizing the ordure, consecrating the ground. The thrice cursed phallus stabs through the arse of our world and this union seals the irrevocable perdition, leaving the world raped and annexed. And He walks His temple, in filth and carrion, as the deity of failure, whose vassals revere in erecting the revolting monument: the inmense crucifix, forged by the Devil Himself with the blackest of metals, the impurest of all that is earthly, the god-like pale forever killing the Earth. | |||
10. | Carnaceral (Of Disease and Decease) | 02:04 | |
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11. | Adiabatic Bonds of Consanguinity (Of Entropy and Life Denial) | 18:51 | Show lyrics |
A knee on the floor, then the final breath: there comes the victpry, the final step before what’s next. Darkness speaks and orders, and through the hazy veils of this life so far away, cries the child who doesn’t want to play. They’ll never get him alive. That’s why he’s reborn to die. With all the sorrow he found he buries the last relics of hope for he knows, for he’s been told, for he’s been proven. The fate brings back forgotten shadows before his tired eyes to better throw him down, but fanatic rage fears no challenge. The father strikes everywhere for the sake of holy failure. He bites and tears and tackles the world and the thankful child whose only wish is to die, to die from the father’s hands. Whose only wish is to die, to die in the father’s hands. And he cries of joy and pain at once at the sight of the crushing fate, the inexorable outcome. They die his death. The father is done with lies. The child couldn’t believe anymore, so he saw the truth therein and built the ruins of his existence upon it. He goes as death in life, as the shit-covered sword through healthy flesh, walking in the voice of the father, in his work of entropy, in his teaching of life denial. | |||
56:00 |
Grey Rigorism
Members | |
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Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
EsX | Guitars |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Necromorbus | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Seldon Hunt | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Golden Door | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Eyes watching in contemplation Eyes watching eyes with hunger Eyes watching eyes watching in obscene vertigo Eyes watching eyes watching eyes in the alcoves of the golden door, to which incongruous burning dreams have designed the way and the need. Behind the golden door is a land of storms, raging, clammy and feverish and its lightnings pierce the broken eggs of your eyes. Sacrificing to the religion of treachery and betrayal, the broken eyes slip in wet cavities, entering tunnels to the dark homes thereunder. In exaltation or in necessity, the rapes of the night carve their way through the burden of the tasteless standards of castration, feeding the rage inside, urging to enter the kingdom of transgression, its divine wildness, celebrating the wicked appeasement through degradation, ordure and impudence. Pounding the solar splendour with absurd yet passionate anger until the grey hours of little death, sign of a cosmic void, an absence just too present, choking the possibilities of it not to spread and triumph over divineless will. The golden door and its bitter rains falling of the cheeks like obscene tears, sacred gate to abnormal mysteries where the dogs are unleashed after innocence. And the vile torrents daze the soul in lascivious drunkenness to finally erase all the boundaries. The solar passage banishes the shame and let the will betray the shells of the past to better find its way towards the last of the houses. |
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2. | Omniabsence | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
The daily signs, in all their irony, remind me of the absence of chance to turn to something else, for I’m bound to the Devil with unbreakable chains, firmly held by His Sons whose hearts are drunk with the liquor of deception. Faith in the Holy Retriever leaves nothing much but void, as His silent voice weakens nerves and sanity. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the wall of captivity, covered with clumsy scribblings, emblems of deficiency, flightiness and vanity; smelling, dripping urine and lechery from the ground to the roof. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the walls of duplicity, for there are walls, and walls, and walls, and no door... Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. There’s no way out, no chance to solve a riddle unconscious of itself, for the mystery is concealed at the heart of madness. Bleed the knuckles, bleed for tempting yet sterile appears the way to take by force and not through inner ascension what it is eagered for. Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. Thus the way is clear, but catechism remains blank. Lost in a cold mist of unearthly thickness, the Sun abides doubtlessly, desperately, cruelly omniabsent. Alone among them all... Alone, alone in the glance of the Devil. | |||
3. | Kirjath-Ra | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Filth upon greatness, like night upon the earth, the crust of aeons defacing the work of the righteous, the scabs of centuries waiting to be scratched out to unveil the dormant truth. Of this they are built, the labyrinths of sleepness anarchy, of greatness and filth, of scum and of saints running like rats, breeding like rats in the ashes of time and God. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, church of the one and only god There were blind towers like careless arrows pointing towards the cold sky oppressing the mediocrity below, magnifying the greatness with the glare of a dead sun; the greatness of diaphanous monoliths erected on the land of grey idiocy; grey like the concrete vomited by the mouth of an insane god and a soil of stubborn dust. As above, so below, it’s raining filth on dust, like stupidity over ignorance. In the dirty rain, the scum keeps on breeding. And the dead sun may disappear, opening new temples, setting the night on fire. And men will be restless, because then the constraint gets even stronger. And new faces will appear, even less worthy. Ignorant vagabonds aimlessly roaming in mystery towards a god they don’t know. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, here, temple of the madness above Scum of the earth, unite and take over for you are the cherished stupid children of a god too great for you. |
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4. | La sainteté du mal | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
L’esprit du Mal est entré dans votre vie, les imbéciles ferment les yeux sur ces choses. Combien de prêtres n’osent seulement prononcer le nom de Satan ? Aujourd’hui que fait-on de la dignité humaine, le morne chant de bataille des instincts, que fait-on de la morale ? Une hygiène des sens… La tentation n’est plus qu’un appétit charnel, les Hommes ne recherchent que l’agréable et l’utile… Dans un tel monde, il n’y a plus rien pour le Saint, ou alors on dit qu’il est fou. La prudence humaine n’est qu’un piège. La vérité s’impose, l’instinct du crime… Je sais le mal que je vous fais en prononçant ces mots pour vous seul. Vous savez ce que c’est, une vocation, un appel... Là où Dieu vous appelle il vous faudra monter... monter ou vous perdre. N’attendez aucun secours humain. En doutant de vos forces et des desseins de Dieu sur vous, vous étiez dans une impasse. Je vous remets sur votre route. Je vous donne à ceux qui vous attendent, dont vous serez la proie. |
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5. | Cold Earth Mourning | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
In the grey fields of terror and death, where cannons never sleep and hunger is never quenched, they die and die and keep on dying in vermin and cold rancid blood. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! Forward, nevermind the iron storm. Ardour has passed away a long time ago now, no one could tell when, no one could tell why. But this life is not life, it’s the whole world committing mass suicide. Once convicted of unity, now beholding the true face of disharmony, allies have all failed, Sofia has fallen. Whatever, the march goes on and on and on... Here in the grey fields of terror and death, far away from homeland, defeatists and traitors, the alliance of death keeps on marching, keeps on dying for the sake of eternal confrontation. Reeling skeletal shadows, sleepless and dismayed, praying helpless gods when the night is too long in quaint rosaries and rusty weaponry, though there’s no place for doubt: there will still be death! In regrets and in fear, in sludge and in disease, it keeps on calling to burn what’s left to burn. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! And forget the mouths of clay that swallow forever more. Fidelity to the one whom time has passed can’t prevent the ravage of his heritage by the untenable scarlet tempest brought forth from the land of his eastern akin. The illusion of peace, the hoax of defeat has planted the seeds for times of sedition, and men will be seduced and scream in jubilation as darkness and despair covers the entire world. | |||
6. | Grey Rigorism | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
Holy rigidity! Sharpen the frail souls, tighten the hearts so laxism is dissolved. Yes, tears have been shed and confusion has reigned, but times of water have left place to times of fire. The monk is still harassed, the demons are still crawling, but the path has been cleared, cursed be those who would dare to defy! Spiritual severity, immutable conviction, blind our eyes to dubiety and force us to the grace of God! Grey rigorism, endlessly against you all. In the times of opposition, remember there’s a rope for each one of you. Shine in greyness, O splendid presence, and arm our hearts with effrontery and scorn, so the sinner can be punished and humiliated. In our times of vanity, let forgiveness die, and let penitence restore humility. Indifferent to the judgement of men, confident of the teachings of the Lord, my actions and faith are between me and my god. | |||
7. | When the Stars Align | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
Eyes of fire slowly open, burning through complete darkness. With majesty and determination the titanic body moves, finally awakening from death-like slumber. The flames that once were burning now burn again and none can restrain it. Deign to grab me in your claws and carry me away from decay, spread your wings O divine eagle ablaze for tonight, at last, the stars are right! The pale light from the constellations arranged in forbidden geometry is cocaine to the Phoenix and now he lives again. The word has been heard, the call has been answered. A new oath has been sealed as the light has invaded the horizon. After all the sins, after all the weakness, time has come for ascension, to elevate above the mass of infidels and to breath in glory to better welcome adversity. Let the will be purified, let the soul be cleansed. In this night of might and fire, when the stars align, see the obstacles mercilessly consumed by the scornful flames of the divine firebird. Higher and higher! Behold! The implacable flight of the glorious Phoenix, omen of greatness and domination. From the ashes of death to the fire of life, from the bottomless pit to disappear in the firmament as one with the astral pattern. Let the clouds die so these impious stars can finally shine, dissipate confusion and reveal darker darkness! | |||
8. | Désaveu | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
Chaque acte de ta vie est signé de ton hérédité. Oui, je les vois ces êtres au nom du sort, Dieu m’accorde de les voir. C’est vrai, je te vois en eux, et eux en toi. Tous ces visages se superposent et ne font qu’un, celui là même du Vice. Les gestes se fixent tous dans une même attitude, le geste du crime, partout le Mal ! Voilà le mystère de ta génération : des dizaines d’hommes et de femmes liés par les fibres du même cancer. Tu t’es reconnu dans les tiens, tu ne te distingues plus du troupeau. Pas un acte de ta vie qui n’ait ailleurs son double, pas une pensée qui te sois propre, une pensée qui n’est pas morte avec les morts, pas un geste qui ne fût depuis longtemps tracé, non pas semblable, mais exactement les mêmes, non pas répété mais unique. Tu la sens l’immense tromperie de ta vie ? Tu l’entends le rire de Celui qui te trompe ? Chacun de tes misérables ancêtres a reconnu et flairé en toi son bien et vient le reprendre, et toi tu abandonnes tout ? C’est comme si ce troupeau venait manger dans ta main sa propre vie. Que veux-tu leur expliquer, que veux-tu leur reprendre ? Ils te laissent la faute dans ton cœur d’enfant. Vous ne m’avez pas compris. Il est là. C’est Lui notre conscience. Il est notre conscience. Satan est prince de ce monde, il l’a dans ses mains. Il est là, vainqueur. M’avez-vous compris ? Je vous dit que nous sommes vaincus, et Dieu avec nous... vaincu... vaincu... |
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9. | In the Halls of White Death | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
The journey goes on from the grey childhood to the fires of faith, the signs are followed among shadows, rats and wrecks. Through Hell and snow I go as they laugh and scream and wallow naked in the poisonous cold fields, roused in the comforting drunkenness. The journey goes on, time passes by and the sky is still grey and this greyness is the greatest of sins: the gentle snow which buries the souls and the world. And the sky is a lie, home of the cold black sun of a malignant god. Let it shine and feed the legions of fools. Let it shine and inspire those to bear its sight. And from the other side the black boy in the corner stares at me and his long time silent songs sing with a hint of despair from the halls of white death he has entered, behind the river and its black stream to which I used to drink and still drink and sing the songs of nostalgia. But no memory nor any rhyme, no matter the words, will dry Philomena’s tears. And her tears feed the river, and so do mine. There is no hope nor mercy for those led astray and the roads disappear in the steady blizzard, and its knives of ice will numb your soul and kill your salvation in the halls of white death! | |||
10. | By Thy Grace | 13:31 | Show lyrics |
O Lord, the time is now to kill the silence of prayers, to scream at the face of all this vow of obedience. Give my will the strength to march toward Thee in nudity, submission and holiness. Lead me to the gates of the worlds below, O divine light from the North, to the secrets of the 11 Kings of Edom, where no light dwells but the black one that strives against creation. Let me descend, O Lord, and cross Thine Abyss and stand at Thy Left at the edge of divinity. Adonaï, the time is now that Thy Divine Ways are sought and walked to leave behind the house of mundane futility to seek Thy Breath beyond the gates of night and receive The blessing of darkness by Thy Grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! Adonaï, hear this soul that sings Thy Glory. These knees are made for kneeling and that is just what they do, so grant Thy Favours to this son of Thine. Adonaï, in the times of glorification, put Thy Fire in my throat, put Thy Fire in my throat! Fill it up of Thee so that I can sing Thy Perfection. Put Thy Thom in my heart so that I can die, and by Thy Grace, and Thy Grace only shall I be reborn, by Thy Grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! Adonaï, my one and only god! For too long have I put quietude in my prayers, for too long have I delayed the decisive moment when the pact is sealed and there is no turning back. And in Thy Very Holy Name, by Thy Very Holy Grace, shall I descend into death and bathe in Thy Divine Darkness that shall open my eyes to Thy Very Holy Truth, never to return, never! May this be my prayer for today, and forever more. Adonaï, uphold my soul so that I do not fail; grant me the strength to withstand Thy Glance, and deny me not as I march toward Thy Victory. Do not spare me, manifest in all Thy Glory, and by Thy Grace sanctify me! And in the end, Adonaï, I know all these words are Thine. What a long road to Thy Domain so far from life. May the pilgrimage begin, beyond the borders of this world, beyond all safety and sanity, beyond laughs and eulogies, to where I shall find Thee at the edge of transcendence, by Thy grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! |
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Grey Rigorism
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
EsX | Guitars |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Seldon Hunt | Artwork |
Necromorbus | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Golden Door | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Eyes watching in contemplation Eyes watching eyes with hunger Eyes watching eyes watching in obscene vertigo Eyes watching eyes watching eyes in the alcoves of the golden door, to which incongruous burning dreams have designed the way and the need. Behind the golden door is a land of storms, raging, clammy and feverish and its lightnings pierce the broken eggs of your eyes. Sacrificing to the religion of treachery and betrayal, the broken eyes slip in wet cavities, entering tunnels to the dark homes thereunder. In exaltation or in necessity, the rapes of the night carve their way through the burden of the tasteless standards of castration, feeding the rage inside, urging to enter the kingdom of transgression, its divine wildness, celebrating the wicked appeasement through degradation, ordure and impudence. Pounding the solar splendour with absurd yet passionate anger until the grey hours of little death, sign of a cosmic void, an absence just too present, choking the possibilities of it not to spread and triumph over divineless will. The golden door and its bitter rains falling of the cheeks like obscene tears, sacred gate to abnormal mysteries where the dogs are unleashed after innocence. And the vile torrents daze the soul in lascivious drunkenness to finally erase all the boundaries. The solar passage banishes the shame and let the will betray the shells of the past to better find its way towards the last of the houses. |
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2. | Omniabsence | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
The daily signs, in all their irony, remind me of the absence of chance to turn to something else, for I’m bound to the Devil with unbreakable chains, firmly held by His Sons whose hearts are drunk with the liquor of deception. Faith in the Holy Retriever leaves nothing much but void, as His silent voice weakens nerves and sanity. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the wall of captivity, covered with clumsy scribblings, emblems of deficiency, flightiness and vanity; smelling, dripping urine and lechery from the ground to the roof. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the walls of duplicity, for there are walls, and walls, and walls, and no door... Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. There’s no way out, no chance to solve a riddle unconscious of itself, for the mystery is concealed at the heart of madness. Bleed the knuckles, bleed for tempting yet sterile appears the way to take by force and not through inner ascension what it is eagered for. Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. Thus the way is clear, but catechism remains blank. Lost in a cold mist of unearthly thickness, the Sun abides doubtlessly, desperately, cruelly omniabsent. Alone among them all... Alone, alone in the glance of the Devil. | |||
3. | Kirjath-Ra | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Filth upon greatness, like night upon the earth, the crust of aeons defacing the work of the righteous, the scabs of centuries waiting to be scratched out to unveil the dormant truth. Of this they are built, the labyrinths of sleepness anarchy, of greatness and filth, of scum and of saints running like rats, breeding like rats in the ashes of time and God. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, church of the one and only god There were blind towers like careless arrows pointing towards the cold sky oppressing the mediocrity below, magnifying the greatness with the glare of a dead sun; the greatness of diaphanous monoliths erected on the land of grey idiocy; grey like the concrete vomited by the mouth of an insane god and a soil of stubborn dust. As above, so below, it’s raining filth on dust, like stupidity over ignorance. In the dirty rain, the scum keeps on breeding. And the dead sun may disappear, opening new temples, setting the night on fire. And men will be restless, because then the constraint gets even stronger. And new faces will appear, even less worthy. Ignorant vagabonds aimlessly roaming in mystery towards a god they don’t know. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, here, temple of the madness above Scum of the earth, unite and take over for you are the cherished stupid children of a god too great for you. |
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Side B | |||
4. | La sainteté du mal | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
L’esprit du Mal est entré dans votre vie, les imbéciles ferment les yeux sur ces choses. Combien de prêtres n’osent seulement prononcer le nom de Satan ? Aujourd’hui que fait-on de la dignité humaine, le morne chant de bataille des instincts, que fait-on de la morale ? Une hygiène des sens… La tentation n’est plus qu’un appétit charnel, les Hommes ne recherchent que l’agréable et l’utile… Dans un tel monde, il n’y a plus rien pour le Saint, ou alors on dit qu’il est fou. La prudence humaine n’est qu’un piège. La vérité s’impose, l’instinct du crime… Je sais le mal que je vous fais en prononçant ces mots pour vous seul. Vous savez ce que c’est, une vocation, un appel... Là où Dieu vous appelle il vous faudra monter... monter ou vous perdre. N’attendez aucun secours humain. En doutant de vos forces et des desseins de Dieu sur vous, vous étiez dans une impasse. Je vous remets sur votre route. Je vous donne à ceux qui vous attendent, dont vous serez la proie. |
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5. | Cold Earth Mourning | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
In the grey fields of terror and death, where cannons never sleep and hunger is never quenched, they die and die and keep on dying in vermin and cold rancid blood. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! Forward, nevermind the iron storm. Ardour has passed away a long time ago now, no one could tell when, no one could tell why. But this life is not life, it’s the whole world committing mass suicide. Once convicted of unity, now beholding the true face of disharmony, allies have all failed, Sofia has fallen. Whatever, the march goes on and on and on... Here in the grey fields of terror and death, far away from homeland, defeatists and traitors, the alliance of death keeps on marching, keeps on dying for the sake of eternal confrontation. Reeling skeletal shadows, sleepless and dismayed, praying helpless gods when the night is too long in quaint rosaries and rusty weaponry, though there’s no place for doubt: there will still be death! In regrets and in fear, in sludge and in disease, it keeps on calling to burn what’s left to burn. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! And forget the mouths of clay that swallow forever more. Fidelity to the one whom time has passed can’t prevent the ravage of his heritage by the untenable scarlet tempest brought forth from the land of his eastern akin. The illusion of peace, the hoax of defeat has planted the seeds for times of sedition, and men will be seduced and scream in jubilation as darkness and despair covers the entire world. | |||
6. | Grey Rigorism | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
Holy rigidity! Sharpen the frail souls, tighten the hearts so laxism is dissolved. Yes, tears have been shed and confusion has reigned, but times of water have left place to times of fire. The monk is still harassed, the demons are still crawling, but the path has been cleared, cursed be those who would dare to defy! Spiritual severity, immutable conviction, blind our eyes to dubiety and force us to the grace of God! Grey rigorism, endlessly against you all. In the times of opposition, remember there’s a rope for each one of you. Shine in greyness, O splendid presence, and arm our hearts with effrontery and scorn, so the sinner can be punished and humiliated. In our times of vanity, let forgiveness die, and let penitence restore humility. Indifferent to the judgement of men, confident of the teachings of the Lord, my actions and faith are between me and my god. | |||
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1. | When the Stars Align | 05:22 | |
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2. | Désaveu | 02:40 | |
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3. | In the Halls of White Death | 05:23 | |
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4. | By Thy Grace | 13:31 | |
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Grey Rigorism
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Necrolith | Drums |
EsX | Guitars |
Terrorizt | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Seldon Hunt | Artwork |
Necromorbus | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | The Golden Door | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Eyes watching in contemplation Eyes watching eyes with hunger Eyes watching eyes watching in obscene vertigo Eyes watching eyes watching eyes in the alcoves of the golden door, to which incongruous burning dreams have designed the way and the need. Behind the golden door is a land of storms, raging, clammy and feverish and its lightnings pierce the broken eggs of your eyes. Sacrificing to the religion of treachery and betrayal, the broken eyes slip in wet cavities, entering tunnels to the dark homes thereunder. In exaltation or in necessity, the rapes of the night carve their way through the burden of the tasteless standards of castration, feeding the rage inside, urging to enter the kingdom of transgression, its divine wildness, celebrating the wicked appeasement through degradation, ordure and impudence. Pounding the solar splendour with absurd yet passionate anger until the grey hours of little death, sign of a cosmic void, an absence just too present, choking the possibilities of it not to spread and triumph over divineless will. The golden door and its bitter rains falling of the cheeks like obscene tears, sacred gate to abnormal mysteries where the dogs are unleashed after innocence. And the vile torrents daze the soul in lascivious drunkenness to finally erase all the boundaries. The solar passage banishes the shame and let the will betray the shells of the past to better find its way towards the last of the houses. |
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2. | Omniabsence | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
The daily signs, in all their irony, remind me of the absence of chance to turn to something else, for I’m bound to the Devil with unbreakable chains, firmly held by His Sons whose hearts are drunk with the liquor of deception. Faith in the Holy Retriever leaves nothing much but void, as His silent voice weakens nerves and sanity. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the wall of captivity, covered with clumsy scribblings, emblems of deficiency, flightiness and vanity; smelling, dripping urine and lechery from the ground to the roof. Bleed, bleed the knuckles on the walls of duplicity, for there are walls, and walls, and walls, and no door... Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. There’s no way out, no chance to solve a riddle unconscious of itself, for the mystery is concealed at the heart of madness. Bleed the knuckles, bleed for tempting yet sterile appears the way to take by force and not through inner ascension what it is eagered for. Revelations through emptiness. Omniabsence filled by His greatness. Thus the way is clear, but catechism remains blank. Lost in a cold mist of unearthly thickness, the Sun abides doubtlessly, desperately, cruelly omniabsent. Alone among them all... Alone, alone in the glance of the Devil. | |||
3. | Kirjath-Ra | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Filth upon greatness, like night upon the earth, the crust of aeons defacing the work of the righteous, the scabs of centuries waiting to be scratched out to unveil the dormant truth. Of this they are built, the labyrinths of sleepness anarchy, of greatness and filth, of scum and of saints running like rats, breeding like rats in the ashes of time and God. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, church of the one and only god There were blind towers like careless arrows pointing towards the cold sky oppressing the mediocrity below, magnifying the greatness with the glare of a dead sun; the greatness of diaphanous monoliths erected on the land of grey idiocy; grey like the concrete vomited by the mouth of an insane god and a soil of stubborn dust. As above, so below, it’s raining filth on dust, like stupidity over ignorance. In the dirty rain, the scum keeps on breeding. And the dead sun may disappear, opening new temples, setting the night on fire. And men will be restless, because then the constraint gets even stronger. And new faces will appear, even less worthy. Ignorant vagabonds aimlessly roaming in mystery towards a god they don’t know. Kirjath-Ra, here, there and elsewhere Kirjath-Ra, here, temple of the madness above Scum of the earth, unite and take over for you are the cherished stupid children of a god too great for you. |
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4. | La sainteté du mal | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
L’esprit du Mal est entré dans votre vie, les imbéciles ferment les yeux sur ces choses. Combien de prêtres n’osent seulement prononcer le nom de Satan ? Aujourd’hui que fait-on de la dignité humaine, le morne chant de bataille des instincts, que fait-on de la morale ? Une hygiène des sens… La tentation n’est plus qu’un appétit charnel, les Hommes ne recherchent que l’agréable et l’utile… Dans un tel monde, il n’y a plus rien pour le Saint, ou alors on dit qu’il est fou. La prudence humaine n’est qu’un piège. La vérité s’impose, l’instinct du crime… Je sais le mal que je vous fais en prononçant ces mots pour vous seul. Vous savez ce que c’est, une vocation, un appel... Là où Dieu vous appelle il vous faudra monter... monter ou vous perdre. N’attendez aucun secours humain. En doutant de vos forces et des desseins de Dieu sur vous, vous étiez dans une impasse. Je vous remets sur votre route. Je vous donne à ceux qui vous attendent, dont vous serez la proie. |
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5. | Cold Earth Mourning | 06:22 | Show lyrics |
In the grey fields of terror and death, where cannons never sleep and hunger is never quenched, they die and die and keep on dying in vermin and cold rancid blood. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! Forward, nevermind the iron storm. Ardour has passed away a long time ago now, no one could tell when, no one could tell why. But this life is not life, it’s the whole world committing mass suicide. Once convicted of unity, now beholding the true face of disharmony, allies have all failed, Sofia has fallen. Whatever, the march goes on and on and on... Here in the grey fields of terror and death, far away from homeland, defeatists and traitors, the alliance of death keeps on marching, keeps on dying for the sake of eternal confrontation. Reeling skeletal shadows, sleepless and dismayed, praying helpless gods when the night is too long in quaint rosaries and rusty weaponry, though there’s no place for doubt: there will still be death! In regrets and in fear, in sludge and in disease, it keeps on calling to burn what’s left to burn. Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! And forget the mouths of clay that swallow forever more. Fidelity to the one whom time has passed can’t prevent the ravage of his heritage by the untenable scarlet tempest brought forth from the land of his eastern akin. The illusion of peace, the hoax of defeat has planted the seeds for times of sedition, and men will be seduced and scream in jubilation as darkness and despair covers the entire world. | |||
6. | Grey Rigorism | 07:27 | Show lyrics |
Holy rigidity! Sharpen the frail souls, tighten the hearts so laxism is dissolved. Yes, tears have been shed and confusion has reigned, but times of water have left place to times of fire. The monk is still harassed, the demons are still crawling, but the path has been cleared, cursed be those who would dare to defy! Spiritual severity, immutable conviction, blind our eyes to dubiety and force us to the grace of God! Grey rigorism, endlessly against you all. In the times of opposition, remember there’s a rope for each one of you. Shine in greyness, O splendid presence, and arm our hearts with effrontery and scorn, so the sinner can be punished and humiliated. In our times of vanity, let forgiveness die, and let penitence restore humility. Indifferent to the judgement of men, confident of the teachings of the Lord, my actions and faith are between me and my god. | |||
7. | When the Stars Align | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
Eyes of fire slowly open, burning through complete darkness. With majesty and determination the titanic body moves, finally awakening from death-like slumber. The flames that once were burning now burn again and none can restrain it. Deign to grab me in your claws and carry me away from decay, spread your wings O divine eagle ablaze for tonight, at last, the stars are right! The pale light from the constellations arranged in forbidden geometry is cocaine to the Phoenix and now he lives again. The word has been heard, the call has been answered. A new oath has been sealed as the light has invaded the horizon. After all the sins, after all the weakness, time has come for ascension, to elevate above the mass of infidels and to breath in glory to better welcome adversity. Let the will be purified, let the soul be cleansed. In this night of might and fire, when the stars align, see the obstacles mercilessly consumed by the scornful flames of the divine firebird. Higher and higher! Behold! The implacable flight of the glorious Phoenix, omen of greatness and domination. From the ashes of death to the fire of life, from the bottomless pit to disappear in the firmament as one with the astral pattern. Let the clouds die so these impious stars can finally shine, dissipate confusion and reveal darker darkness! | |||
8. | Désaveu | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
Chaque acte de ta vie est signé de ton hérédité. Oui, je les vois ces êtres au nom du sort, Dieu m’accorde de les voir. C’est vrai, je te vois en eux, et eux en toi. Tous ces visages se superposent et ne font qu’un, celui là même du Vice. Les gestes se fixent tous dans une même attitude, le geste du crime, partout le Mal ! Voilà le mystère de ta génération : des dizaines d’hommes et de femmes liés par les fibres du même cancer. Tu t’es reconnu dans les tiens, tu ne te distingues plus du troupeau. Pas un acte de ta vie qui n’ait ailleurs son double, pas une pensée qui te sois propre, une pensée qui n’est pas morte avec les morts, pas un geste qui ne fût depuis longtemps tracé, non pas semblable, mais exactement les mêmes, non pas répété mais unique. Tu la sens l’immense tromperie de ta vie ? Tu l’entends le rire de Celui qui te trompe ? Chacun de tes misérables ancêtres a reconnu et flairé en toi son bien et vient le reprendre, et toi tu abandonnes tout ? C’est comme si ce troupeau venait manger dans ta main sa propre vie. Que veux-tu leur expliquer, que veux-tu leur reprendre ? Ils te laissent la faute dans ton cœur d’enfant. Vous ne m’avez pas compris. Il est là. C’est Lui notre conscience. Il est notre conscience. Satan est prince de ce monde, il l’a dans ses mains. Il est là, vainqueur. M’avez-vous compris ? Je vous dit que nous sommes vaincus, et Dieu avec nous... vaincu... vaincu... |
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9. | In the Halls of White Death | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
The journey goes on from the grey childhood to the fires of faith, the signs are followed among shadows, rats and wrecks. Through Hell and snow I go as they laugh and scream and wallow naked in the poisonous cold fields, roused in the comforting drunkenness. The journey goes on, time passes by and the sky is still grey and this greyness is the greatest of sins: the gentle snow which buries the souls and the world. And the sky is a lie, home of the cold black sun of a malignant god. Let it shine and feed the legions of fools. Let it shine and inspire those to bear its sight. And from the other side the black boy in the corner stares at me and his long time silent songs sing with a hint of despair from the halls of white death he has entered, behind the river and its black stream to which I used to drink and still drink and sing the songs of nostalgia. But no memory nor any rhyme, no matter the words, will dry Philomena’s tears. And her tears feed the river, and so do mine. There is no hope nor mercy for those led astray and the roads disappear in the steady blizzard, and its knives of ice will numb your soul and kill your salvation in the halls of white death! | |||
10. | By Thy Grace | 13:31 | Show lyrics |
O Lord, the time is now to kill the silence of prayers, to scream at the face of all this vow of obedience. Give my will the strength to march toward Thee in nudity, submission and holiness. Lead me to the gates of the worlds below, O divine light from the North, to the secrets of the 11 Kings of Edom, where no light dwells but the black one that strives against creation. Let me descend, O Lord, and cross Thine Abyss and stand at Thy Left at the edge of divinity. Adonaï, the time is now that Thy Divine Ways are sought and walked to leave behind the house of mundane futility to seek Thy Breath beyond the gates of night and receive The blessing of darkness by Thy Grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! Adonaï, hear this soul that sings Thy Glory. These knees are made for kneeling and that is just what they do, so grant Thy Favours to this son of Thine. Adonaï, in the times of glorification, put Thy Fire in my throat, put Thy Fire in my throat! Fill it up of Thee so that I can sing Thy Perfection. Put Thy Thom in my heart so that I can die, and by Thy Grace, and Thy Grace only shall I be reborn, by Thy Grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! Adonaï, my one and only god! For too long have I put quietude in my prayers, for too long have I delayed the decisive moment when the pact is sealed and there is no turning back. And in Thy Very Holy Name, by Thy Very Holy Grace, shall I descend into death and bathe in Thy Divine Darkness that shall open my eyes to Thy Very Holy Truth, never to return, never! May this be my prayer for today, and forever more. Adonaï, uphold my soul so that I do not fail; grant me the strength to withstand Thy Glance, and deny me not as I march toward Thy Victory. Do not spare me, manifest in all Thy Glory, and by Thy Grace sanctify me! And in the end, Adonaï, I know all these words are Thine. What a long road to Thy Domain so far from life. May the pilgrimage begin, beyond the borders of this world, beyond all safety and sanity, beyond laughs and eulogies, to where I shall find Thee at the edge of transcendence, by Thy grace, by Thy Very Holy Grace! |
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01:01:23 |
The Acausal Mass
Members | |
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Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mortuus | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tore Stjerna | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Sverker Widgren | Mixing |
Fenomeno Design | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Vestals of Descending Light | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Fall inevitably downward. Thrown away in heresy of being. Fall under the jailers yoke. Captive in a motionless exile. |
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2. | Arousing Wombs in Nine Angles Pleroma | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
Exhausted from labours of hoarding, for he wanders across the baptistry of disconsolate, eyelids anointed with sweeping dust of lies, he who releases the archontal pleonasm and feasts of old cross worship. For a thousand times has he hung, the same smiling noose, praying for his bars not to disappear, for the veil of dust not to leave, for the lion head with foolish eyes not to burst the paunch of clouds. Hysterically handling his sinister logarithm, one that stole from men a vision of infinite wisdom. Hurried buildings, houses with rotten foundations, rickety bridges are like black teeth on black gums. Everywhere where crawl a carrion of the eye, these prosthetics of Chaos spread and acclaim the fall, fresh lungs and rat breath, a communion in fear, for a new scarlet whore to rise. Secular throbbing rising, the Earth is devouring itself. Pruritus manifestation, Evil in all creation. The necessity to coalesce in matter, devourment within devourment, overlapping jaws seeping endless Parousia. Utter unsightliness fills every hole of reality, every womb who stagnates a thick placenta, from where a blessed urination will take place. Each second fails the abortion process, each century brings an abject coagulation of flesh and divine tissue of fear. Look and understand! The excision of the great Sophia is complete. The excision of the great Sophia is now complete as a piece of pleroma falls into the void of material worth. | |||
3. | Gospel of the Void | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Look! The inverted eyes! A cut out in numinous motion (a particle of the void instilled within to carry the pneuma that lies beyond pleroma). Look, blind fool! Much is yielded from a simple glance (one of the seventh signature, to a fullness that consumes, a liquefaction of the origins through inertia moving peepholes). Yawning heights, blessed be their names, arches of exultant space, blades of bloom capturing the salt of God at the foot of the pillars of graciousness. As above, so below: Iao! Sabaoth! Astaphanos! Carrying the ogdoad. Ialdabaolth! Adonais! Elaios! That which lies low lives high, that which devours also gives. Those who believe revere the Void. Lord of the Abyss, Pro-Pater, the one whose absence consecrates this world with libels of soil and Eucharist of genital dust. A pallid sign, a bleeding face: you shall learn a true baptism is yet to come. Your skin will be turned inside out, while needles molest your baptismal blood. Theophanic sigils pervade your mess, bubbling amidst the festering strains of menstruation. Yawning praying meat. | |||
4. | Beati Estis Cum Maledixerint Vobis | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Blessed shall be the sacrificed! Blessed shall be the infected! Prolapsed whores and deserted children. Worshipers of rats, devotees to the one who lies in the public urinals. Blessed are they! For the light which shall save us, comes not from between the stars, but amongst the flies on rotting testes. For the gospel of treachery are sung through rotten mouths, through black veils, and by vapours of the dead, as their bodies embrace the swallow of Earth.Do you know that even after death, they still taste the flavour of cancer ? Blessed is the dust and the adoration of sterility. Blessed are you to be insulted. Piss on me, devoted one. Show me your ancestry, and what your mother taught you. I want to smell the fragrance of your sins (you vanilla ape), I want you to wmear on me the crass of your cross-shaped oncogenitals. Do you still believe in the great absentee? Spit on me your genuine faith syrup. I want it with coal, moisture and moans, and all the dirty things you’ve put aside for your dogs. My thorny pup, nullify me in your divine backroom, for the procession of the weak and the wanker is all mine to see. | |||
5. | Hypophanie | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Clouds move away where one can see the face of the mongrel, demiurge born of a compressed fracture of light’s division. The retard God of hebrews surrounded by tetramorphic hounds. The fruit, and the worm which ate it, are moulded in the same tubular consciousness, morphing with no goal, a symmetric disease with no center nor outline. To divide the divine in its secular forms, to embrace the cleansing of soul mutilation. Seconds and centuries fill the same bottle. Drunk are we on the juice of perdition! Unable to remember the day of burying, unable to perceive the harbingers of the unmasking to come. Sparkling garlands of decay fill emptiness with vast portion of terror. The Cosmic strife of creation against a stillness of the ages beneath, the corpuscle against the wave. If space is black, it’s because we are blind. Living and sleeping in bloody sheets of clustered matter, acting as if we knew something other than a submission to the rattle of the fooled one. Wallowing in a filth not yet spread, wandering in ruins not yet fallen, heirs of an abortion committed out of womb. Embrace the unmasking so the aeons can radiate again and forever reverse the foul parody of creation. Look and understand! | |||
6. | Obstetrics of Devourment | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge. Brain vehicles like razor shaped cells align to unleash time. My corpse is born, shall we call it a body? A soul metastasis grows as a non-euclidian tumour, a bag of faeces and guts purposely stuck to the flanks of eternity. I crawl, blinded by memories and sealed abstractions, to the end of gravity, where lies the embolic birth (piercing the space between myself and the vessel of panic, and pituitas of dead blood). Sealing the fire of Gnosis in semen’ starving lairs, spores of the uncanny. I crawl, abstract ghoul, leading matter to its fate, a depth where reflection of sorrow spread eternally. (Consuming tongues for consuming languages, a still fountain of holes and tubes). Weeping wombs plagued by the flux of placenta and dead nerves. Stop the spread of the human plague, for birth reveals nothing but pandemic illness and the human masquerade bellies stuffed with manure shaped as prenatal worms, unholy thrones to be poisoned with pentothal, for their crown to naught more than crawling snakes. Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge. | |||
7. | Worms in the Divine Intestine | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Blind mouths tend towards the stars. The pallid slough of west has agonized since dawn, pouring marks of devastation, strewing the waste of sublimation. Greyish reflection of a dead noumenon, the hebdomad all around, here and there, before and after, erects in all directions. A sprawling and ubiquitous scaffold yet visible by black torches. Crawling counterfeits, libations of dirt, shadows of dog shadows. Holes with teeth that seized and shake fallow flesh. Son of frigid intercourse, weaving are they the matter of void, in their infected meat, piling up the bones of immortality. Born under an impotent sun’s glaucoma, sons of disgraceful penetration repeat ceaselessly the acts of a trial which led to exile. The extrication of a vine shoots from matter, nothing more than to excrete through rags of time. | |||
8. | Abortion Light | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
For I have roamed too long in this kingdom of misery, in this limbo enlightened by gleams of flesh, at the core of passions too short, of feeble fevers embraced by dead bellies. For too long have I chosen the path of ichorous, sinner-child corruptions. Onanist without vigour, criminal without glory. As vermin, your hopes shift in your consciousness, invisible waste, idioms like worms twitching in your nerve endings. Does it gave you the feeling to exist? To you desire to be greater than the hypostasis of Earth’s agony? Naturaliter ignotus! Evil remains moral. For there is no action, only gestures, and no crime, but shapeless facts. Hold the germs of lust in thy faded lungs, make it spoil, turn into gas and inoculate the flatulent uterus of your slovenly wives and wretched sisters. You shall become the inertial mas, the human coil which clots, radiates, metastases, sterilizes, a tumour with a human face, the loch which turns into the key. Light-eater at the ninth angle complexion, where time deflects and commits the insane reflection of the acephale in mirrors of grave industry. Murder to project the void into the cradle of matter, incest inflicted to cross out his own birth and shout to this world, “I’m not yours!” | |||
9. | Liminal Matter Corruption | 08:27 | Show lyrics |
Mater as a betrayal of matter, creation through parodies of creation. Each act in existence feeds its own plagiarism. (Black breath of pleroma). No motion model behind the coelum-faced anima, but the pallid pattern of sterility. A divine slough wraps heredity. A funeral shroud. What’s the soul supposed to carry on? A corrupted cell, the last unknown factor of the shifting equation, an invisible legacy of a siffened fall. Igneous meat stuffed with the poison of meaning. We shall keep behind our eyes this pulsar of terror Crevices of a place that does not exist. Spinal corrections are dozens of traps. Here light turns to matter and fades. Treason stratified in illumination, skin lying under skins, flesh lying under flesh. A veil of cells bound in weakest chemistries, born from the prime and Evil gesture, Unfolding stratums of grievous mares, the first steps of the germ creating the path to entropy. I have seen the men behind the sun, their lungs constantly dialized by the black breath of pleroma. Cause. Principle. Unity. What is the soul supposed to carry on? To souls to commit the acclaim of Cosmic dysentery. What is the soul supposed to be? Mors duplex: altera quidem omnibus nota, ubi corpus solvitur a corpore, altera vero philosophorum, quum anima, solvitur a corpore, nec semper altera alteram sequitur. I saw her, she bears the flame, but no one could recognize her. Her heart beats but no blood flows, for she hides not beneath an arterial disguise. She is the decaying limb, a disease to necessity, a crack in space and time from whence flow the stones and throbbing waters of enema. To fulfill the palimpsest of human parody. | |||
47:43 |
The Acausal Mass
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mortuus | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tore Stjerna | Mixing, Mastering, Producer, Recording |
Sverker Widgren | Mixing |
Fenomeno Design | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Vestals of Descending Light | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Fall inevitably downward. Thrown away in heresy of being. Fall under the jailers yoke. Captive in a motionless exile. |
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2. | Arousing Wombs in Nine Angles Pleroma | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
Exhausted from labours of hoarding, for he wanders across the baptistry of disconsolate, eyelids anointed with sweeping dust of lies, he who releases the archontal pleonasm and feasts of old cross worship. For a thousand times has he hung, the same smiling noose, praying for his bars not to disappear, for the veil of dust not to leave, for the lion head with foolish eyes not to burst the paunch of clouds. Hysterically handling his sinister logarithm, one that stole from men a vision of infinite wisdom. Hurried buildings, houses with rotten foundations, rickety bridges are like black teeth on black gums. Everywhere where crawl a carrion of the eye, these prosthetics of Chaos spread and acclaim the fall, fresh lungs and rat breath, a communion in fear, for a new scarlet whore to rise. Secular throbbing rising, the Earth is devouring itself. Pruritus manifestation, Evil in all creation. The necessity to coalesce in matter, devourment within devourment, overlapping jaws seeping endless Parousia. Utter unsightliness fills every hole of reality, every womb who stagnates a thick placenta, from where a blessed urination will take place. Each second fails the abortion process, each century brings an abject coagulation of flesh and divine tissue of fear. Look and understand! The excision of the great Sophia is complete. The excision of the great Sophia is now complete as a piece of pleroma falls into the void of material worth. | |||
3. | Gospel of the Void | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Look! The inverted eyes! A cut out in numinous motion (a particle of the void instilled within to carry the pneuma that lies beyond pleroma). Look, blind fool! Much is yielded from a simple glance (one of the seventh signature, to a fullness that consumes, a liquefaction of the origins through inertia moving peepholes). Yawning heights, blessed be their names, arches of exultant space, blades of bloom capturing the salt of God at the foot of the pillars of graciousness. As above, so below: Iao! Sabaoth! Astaphanos! Carrying the ogdoad. Ialdabaolth! Adonais! Elaios! That which lies low lives high, that which devours also gives. Those who believe revere the Void. Lord of the Abyss, Pro-Pater, the one whose absence consecrates this world with libels of soil and Eucharist of genital dust. A pallid sign, a bleeding face: you shall learn a true baptism is yet to come. Your skin will be turned inside out, while needles molest your baptismal blood. Theophanic sigils pervade your mess, bubbling amidst the festering strains of menstruation. Yawning praying meat. | |||
4. | Beati Estis Cum Maledixerint Vobis | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Blessed shall be the sacrificed! Blessed shall be the infected! Prolapsed whores and deserted children. Worshipers of rats, devotees to the one who lies in the public urinals. Blessed are they! For the light which shall save us, comes not from between the stars, but amongst the flies on rotting testes. For the gospel of treachery are sung through rotten mouths, through black veils, and by vapours of the dead, as their bodies embrace the swallow of Earth.Do you know that even after death, they still taste the flavour of cancer ? Blessed is the dust and the adoration of sterility. Blessed are you to be insulted. Piss on me, devoted one. Show me your ancestry, and what your mother taught you. I want to smell the fragrance of your sins (you vanilla ape), I want you to wmear on me the crass of your cross-shaped oncogenitals. Do you still believe in the great absentee? Spit on me your genuine faith syrup. I want it with coal, moisture and moans, and all the dirty things you’ve put aside for your dogs. My thorny pup, nullify me in your divine backroom, for the procession of the weak and the wanker is all mine to see. | |||
5. | Hypophanie | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Clouds move away where one can see the face of the mongrel, demiurge born of a compressed fracture of light’s division. The retard God of hebrews surrounded by tetramorphic hounds. The fruit, and the worm which ate it, are moulded in the same tubular consciousness, morphing with no goal, a symmetric disease with no center nor outline. To divide the divine in its secular forms, to embrace the cleansing of soul mutilation. Seconds and centuries fill the same bottle. Drunk are we on the juice of perdition! Unable to remember the day of burying, unable to perceive the harbingers of the unmasking to come. Sparkling garlands of decay fill emptiness with vast portion of terror. The Cosmic strife of creation against a stillness of the ages beneath, the corpuscle against the wave. If space is black, it’s because we are blind. Living and sleeping in bloody sheets of clustered matter, acting as if we knew something other than a submission to the rattle of the fooled one. Wallowing in a filth not yet spread, wandering in ruins not yet fallen, heirs of an abortion committed out of womb. Embrace the unmasking so the aeons can radiate again and forever reverse the foul parody of creation. Look and understand! | |||
Side B | |||
6. | Obstetrics of Devourment | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge. Brain vehicles like razor shaped cells align to unleash time. My corpse is born, shall we call it a body? A soul metastasis grows as a non-euclidian tumour, a bag of faeces and guts purposely stuck to the flanks of eternity. I crawl, blinded by memories and sealed abstractions, to the end of gravity, where lies the embolic birth (piercing the space between myself and the vessel of panic, and pituitas of dead blood). Sealing the fire of Gnosis in semen’ starving lairs, spores of the uncanny. I crawl, abstract ghoul, leading matter to its fate, a depth where reflection of sorrow spread eternally. (Consuming tongues for consuming languages, a still fountain of holes and tubes). Weeping wombs plagued by the flux of placenta and dead nerves. Stop the spread of the human plague, for birth reveals nothing but pandemic illness and the human masquerade bellies stuffed with manure shaped as prenatal worms, unholy thrones to be poisoned with pentothal, for their crown to naught more than crawling snakes. Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire. A never ending fall from the heights of withering, where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge. | |||
7. | Worms in the Divine Intestine | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Blind mouths tend towards the stars. The pallid slough of west has agonized since dawn, pouring marks of devastation, strewing the waste of sublimation. Greyish reflection of a dead noumenon, the hebdomad all around, here and there, before and after, erects in all directions. A sprawling and ubiquitous scaffold yet visible by black torches. Crawling counterfeits, libations of dirt, shadows of dog shadows. Holes with teeth that seized and shake fallow flesh. Son of frigid intercourse, weaving are they the matter of void, in their infected meat, piling up the bones of immortality. Born under an impotent sun’s glaucoma, sons of disgraceful penetration repeat ceaselessly the acts of a trial which led to exile. The extrication of a vine shoots from matter, nothing more than to excrete through rags of time. | |||
8. | Abortion Light | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
For I have roamed too long in this kingdom of misery, in this limbo enlightened by gleams of flesh, at the core of passions too short, of feeble fevers embraced by dead bellies. For too long have I chosen the path of ichorous, sinner-child corruptions. Onanist without vigour, criminal without glory. As vermin, your hopes shift in your consciousness, invisible waste, idioms like worms twitching in your nerve endings. Does it gave you the feeling to exist? To you desire to be greater than the hypostasis of Earth’s agony? Naturaliter ignotus! Evil remains moral. For there is no action, only gestures, and no crime, but shapeless facts. Hold the germs of lust in thy faded lungs, make it spoil, turn into gas and inoculate the flatulent uterus of your slovenly wives and wretched sisters. You shall become the inertial mas, the human coil which clots, radiates, metastases, sterilizes, a tumour with a human face, the loch which turns into the key. Light-eater at the ninth angle complexion, where time deflects and commits the insane reflection of the acephale in mirrors of grave industry. Murder to project the void into the cradle of matter, incest inflicted to cross out his own birth and shout to this world, “I’m not yours!” | |||
9. | Liminal Matter Corruption | 08:27 | Show lyrics |
Mater as a betrayal of matter, creation through parodies of creation. Each act in existence feeds its own plagiarism. (Black breath of pleroma). No motion model behind the coelum-faced anima, but the pallid pattern of sterility. A divine slough wraps heredity. A funeral shroud. What’s the soul supposed to carry on? A corrupted cell, the last unknown factor of the shifting equation, an invisible legacy of a siffened fall. Igneous meat stuffed with the poison of meaning. We shall keep behind our eyes this pulsar of terror Crevices of a place that does not exist. Spinal corrections are dozens of traps. Here light turns to matter and fades. Treason stratified in illumination, skin lying under skins, flesh lying under flesh. A veil of cells bound in weakest chemistries, born from the prime and Evil gesture, Unfolding stratums of grievous mares, the first steps of the germ creating the path to entropy. I have seen the men behind the sun, their lungs constantly dialized by the black breath of pleroma. Cause. Principle. Unity. What is the soul supposed to carry on? To souls to commit the acclaim of Cosmic dysentery. What is the soul supposed to be? Mors duplex: altera quidem omnibus nota, ubi corpus solvitur a corpore, altera vero philosophorum, quum anima, solvitur a corpore, nec semper altera alteram sequitur. I saw her, she bears the flame, but no one could recognize her. Her heart beats but no blood flows, for she hides not beneath an arterial disguise. She is the decaying limb, a disease to necessity, a crack in space and time from whence flow the stones and throbbing waters of enema. To fulfill the palimpsest of human parody. | |||
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The Acausal Mass
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Original line-up | |
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Mortuus | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tore Stjerna | Mixing, Mastering, Producer, Recording |
Sverker Widgren | Mixing |
Fenomeno Design | Cover art |
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1. | Vestals of Descending Light | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
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2. | Arousing Wombs in Nine Angles Pleroma | 05:08 | Show lyrics |
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3. | Gospel of the Void | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
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4. | Beati Estis Cum Maledixerint Vobis | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
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5. | Hypophanie | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
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6. | Obstetrics of Devourment | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
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7. | Worms in the Divine Intestine | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
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8. | Abortion Light | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
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Omegaphilia
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Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Aldrahn | Vocals (additional) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dehn Sora | Cover art |
Andrew Guillotin | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Cauterizing Cosmos | 06:29 | |
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2. | The Falsified Son | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
Years of slavery, standing in the blaze of excrements Keeping my eyes open amongst the dirty deeds of souls My liver like a rat poisoning the remains of my body My lips are still moving as if they can still profess Some stinking promise able to make whores laying down. A litany of lies, a rosary of mucous membranes Stuck together to fulfill the whole fucking movie I swallowed too much, a wasted semen has poisoned my veins I saw too much, my eyelids are curtains constantly burning The fetid sunrise has blemished my organs in a single second... Nothing remains of these years of devotion, black metal ruined everything, Satan gives no rest, for He spawns the inner enemy Cosmic conspiracy denies each attempt to die. |
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3. | Apophatic Weaponry | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests High expectations are leading to high desecrations The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void. Omegavore : the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence. For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption. Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding. The joy of God is the joy of his absence His vanishing has left the world ascend, As an ocean, when leaving the shore, Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life God is the absence of God Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb Have rotted to become unholy germs, Scabbing shells of inertia and terror. I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being To desecrate my own creation Syllable by syllable, letters by letters, shapes after shapes of his manifestation. |
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4. | Gutters of Pain | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
I betrayed betrayal itself As an embedded solution to cast away the global obscenity Disgusting humans - only walls disguised in beasts, a sordid treachery Nasty whores in the urge to split their bellies With some cesarean waste summoned by dead semen. I collected infections, to remind me that I was sane Wandering in the streets, filling in the alcoves of the post-urban semantic A post-human narcotic ! My quivering carcass stuck in stratums of dope, lube and deception Redefining my dream of autarky in the mud of promiscuity Whenever I try to rise again, I wane into dregs, muck, and gospel of snorting My soul ? A scrotal bag, dragged in the gutters With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled Eternally alprazolaming Evil to fit it in tubes and intestines. |
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5. | Sights in the Abysmal Lure | 05:21 | |
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6. | Cesspool Coronation | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
All the disturbances and depravities of the earth were scheduled to be gathered at this precise moment, in this precise time. All the brutishness, All the injuries made to physical compensations, All the slaveries, unexpected rottennesses, sordid hallucinations, Flattering obscurities lying inside dead shells… All the injections, all the parodical funeral orations… (Aldrahn) : Decadence and logic in perfumed irritation, (A : ) Born from the pain of living, (A : ) A drugged-out ego dysfunction. All the retina obstructions through ready made rays Of patterned fallible light, Malign enhancements to blindness and foolishness, Five knuckle shuffles and sick premonitions… (A : ) Conjuring weakness, (A : ) Irreverence and bad alchemy, (A : ) Synthetic vultures, (A : ) Deceitful mad preachers All the possibilities of parental decay, All the whisperings committed by flesh bootleggers Filling almost dead bodies With mud and smegma soup, Manipulations, Moistening sheets and all nights spent In relentless fear of God. All silences contained by broken coils, All meditations burdened by mediocrity and wounds and fruitless chases, All E-coli, amplified magnitudes and strong visitations, All lewd and impure embraces, tropopauses, and smuggled phenotypes, Haunted parcels of symmetry and fear, all casual shit noise for retarded, Farting sacred texts, all of that dozen summers left behind, All death sacerdoces and pointless catechesis... (A : ) Everyone has gathered at this precise moment inside space and time geometry, (A : ) Crowning righteousness while everything is about to fall. Toutes les impiétés, les dissonances chimiques, les bouches riantes et risibles, les cataractes obtenues à travers quelques ready-made de lumière faillible, les améliorations à base de semences mortes, toutes les possibilités de dégénérescence génitale, de pourrissement parental, tous les soupirs commis à travers les tubulures enfardées de ces vendeurs de viandes mortes, tous ces potages de smegma et de foutre stérilisés, toutes les molestations, manipulations, tous les draps à la moiteur entretenue au cours de nuits poisseuses à craindre Dieu, tous les silences contenus au creux des stérilets cassés, toutes les bactéries et leurs anagrammes de crasse, toutes les hantises, les magnitudes amplifiées, les phénotypes de contrebande, les parcelles distraites de symétrie, les textes sacrés flatulents, les étés fanés, les catéchèses jaunies et tous les cultes rapiécés, tout s’est rassemblé à ce moment précis, à ce point de l’espace et du temps, couronnant la précieuse hérédité de tout ce qui est sur le point de sombrer. |
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7. | At the Vanguard of Deception | 09:07 | Show lyrics |
At the Vanguard of Deception The mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh This mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to this rotten shell Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks In a yelling void That bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race, Leading to paths of bites Channeling me to infected waters, Abused by the gutter of the world, Where our flame, cast in flesh Is nothing but a nail stuck in filth. . The mourning I wear is not mine... But a pigsty where brews my dated passion For the old satanic archetype Virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse… There’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity, An ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of God Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of Nag Hammadi. Oh, Satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast ? Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids Our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials, Are starving for starvation. I consume everything I touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth Someday I’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile My belly secretes a living manure, some AIDS-faced abomination Able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest. Time’s poisoning the idea of being, Cosmos is the reverse of creation All is fucked, nothing can grow, Each second cancels a century Standing at the vanguard of deception. As a fanatic of my own destruction, I’ve reach the suburbs of devastation, of devestalisation Praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry. You have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your existence Experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of God Now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter Replacing the whole sky Testing the shooting room. In Pavore Dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto. Domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo. |
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43:48 |
Omegaphilia
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Aldrahn | Vocals (additional) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dehn Sora | Cover art |
Andrew Guillotin | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Cauterizing Cosmos | 06:29 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Falsified Son | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
Years of slavery, standing in the blaze of excrements Keeping my eyes open amongst the dirty deeds of souls My liver like a rat poisoning the remains of my body My lips are still moving as if they can still profess Some stinking promise able to make whores laying down. A litany of lies, a rosary of mucous membranes Stuck together to fulfill the whole fucking movie I swallowed too much, a wasted semen has poisoned my veins I saw too much, my eyelids are curtains constantly burning The fetid sunrise has blemished my organs in a single second... Nothing remains of these years of devotion, black metal ruined everything, Satan gives no rest, for He spawns the inner enemy Cosmic conspiracy denies each attempt to die. |
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3. | Apophatic Weaponry | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests High expectations are leading to high desecrations The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void. Omegavore : the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence. For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption. Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding. The joy of God is the joy of his absence His vanishing has left the world ascend, As an ocean, when leaving the shore, Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life God is the absence of God Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb Have rotted to become unholy germs, Scabbing shells of inertia and terror. I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being To desecrate my own creation Syllable by syllable, letters by letters, shapes after shapes of his manifestation. |
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4. | Gutters of Pain | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
I betrayed betrayal itself As an embedded solution to cast away the global obscenity Disgusting humans - only walls disguised in beasts, a sordid treachery Nasty whores in the urge to split their bellies With some cesarean waste summoned by dead semen. I collected infections, to remind me that I was sane Wandering in the streets, filling in the alcoves of the post-urban semantic A post-human narcotic ! My quivering carcass stuck in stratums of dope, lube and deception Redefining my dream of autarky in the mud of promiscuity Whenever I try to rise again, I wane into dregs, muck, and gospel of snorting My soul ? A scrotal bag, dragged in the gutters With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled Eternally alprazolaming Evil to fit it in tubes and intestines. |
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5. | Sights in the Abysmal Lure | 05:21 | |
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6. | Cesspool Coronation | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
All the disturbances and depravities of the earth were scheduled to be gathered at this precise moment, in this precise time. All the brutishness, All the injuries made to physical compensations, All the slaveries, unexpected rottennesses, sordid hallucinations, Flattering obscurities lying inside dead shells… All the injections, all the parodical funeral orations… (Aldrahn) : Decadence and logic in perfumed irritation, (A : ) Born from the pain of living, (A : ) A drugged-out ego dysfunction. All the retina obstructions through ready made rays Of patterned fallible light, Malign enhancements to blindness and foolishness, Five knuckle shuffles and sick premonitions… (A : ) Conjuring weakness, (A : ) Irreverence and bad alchemy, (A : ) Synthetic vultures, (A : ) Deceitful mad preachers All the possibilities of parental decay, All the whisperings committed by flesh bootleggers Filling almost dead bodies With mud and smegma soup, Manipulations, Moistening sheets and all nights spent In relentless fear of God. All silences contained by broken coils, All meditations burdened by mediocrity and wounds and fruitless chases, All E-coli, amplified magnitudes and strong visitations, All lewd and impure embraces, tropopauses, and smuggled phenotypes, Haunted parcels of symmetry and fear, all casual shit noise for retarded, Farting sacred texts, all of that dozen summers left behind, All death sacerdoces and pointless catechesis... (A : ) Everyone has gathered at this precise moment inside space and time geometry, (A : ) Crowning righteousness while everything is about to fall. Toutes les impiétés, les dissonances chimiques, les bouches riantes et risibles, les cataractes obtenues à travers quelques ready-made de lumière faillible, les améliorations à base de semences mortes, toutes les possibilités de dégénérescence génitale, de pourrissement parental, tous les soupirs commis à travers les tubulures enfardées de ces vendeurs de viandes mortes, tous ces potages de smegma et de foutre stérilisés, toutes les molestations, manipulations, tous les draps à la moiteur entretenue au cours de nuits poisseuses à craindre Dieu, tous les silences contenus au creux des stérilets cassés, toutes les bactéries et leurs anagrammes de crasse, toutes les hantises, les magnitudes amplifiées, les phénotypes de contrebande, les parcelles distraites de symétrie, les textes sacrés flatulents, les étés fanés, les catéchèses jaunies et tous les cultes rapiécés, tout s’est rassemblé à ce moment précis, à ce point de l’espace et du temps, couronnant la précieuse hérédité de tout ce qui est sur le point de sombrer. |
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7. | At the Vanguard of Deception | 09:07 | Show lyrics |
At the Vanguard of Deception The mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh This mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to this rotten shell Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks In a yelling void That bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race, Leading to paths of bites Channeling me to infected waters, Abused by the gutter of the world, Where our flame, cast in flesh Is nothing but a nail stuck in filth. . The mourning I wear is not mine... But a pigsty where brews my dated passion For the old satanic archetype Virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse… There’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity, An ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of God Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of Nag Hammadi. Oh, Satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast ? Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids Our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials, Are starving for starvation. I consume everything I touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth Someday I’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile My belly secretes a living manure, some AIDS-faced abomination Able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest. Time’s poisoning the idea of being, Cosmos is the reverse of creation All is fucked, nothing can grow, Each second cancels a century Standing at the vanguard of deception. As a fanatic of my own destruction, I’ve reach the suburbs of devastation, of devestalisation Praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry. You have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your existence Experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of God Now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter Replacing the whole sky Testing the shooting room. In Pavore Dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto. Domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo. |
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43:48 |
Omegaphilia
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Aldrahn | Vocals (additional) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dehn Sora | Cover art |
Andrew Guillotin | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Cauterizing Cosmos | 06:29 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Falsified Son | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
Years of slavery, standing in the blaze of excrements Keeping my eyes open amongst the dirty deeds of souls My liver like a rat poisoning the remains of my body My lips are still moving as if they can still profess Some stinking promise able to make whores laying down. A litany of lies, a rosary of mucous membranes Stuck together to fulfill the whole fucking movie I swallowed too much, a wasted semen has poisoned my veins I saw too much, my eyelids are curtains constantly burning The fetid sunrise has blemished my organs in a single second... Nothing remains of these years of devotion, black metal ruined everything, Satan gives no rest, for He spawns the inner enemy Cosmic conspiracy denies each attempt to die. |
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3. | Apophatic Weaponry | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests High expectations are leading to high desecrations The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void. Omegavore : the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence. For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption. Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding. The joy of God is the joy of his absence His vanishing has left the world ascend, As an ocean, when leaving the shore, Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life God is the absence of God Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb Have rotted to become unholy germs, Scabbing shells of inertia and terror. I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being To desecrate my own creation Syllable by syllable, letters by letters, shapes after shapes of his manifestation. |
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4. | Gutters of Pain | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
I betrayed betrayal itself As an embedded solution to cast away the global obscenity Disgusting humans - only walls disguised in beasts, a sordid treachery Nasty whores in the urge to split their bellies With some cesarean waste summoned by dead semen. I collected infections, to remind me that I was sane Wandering in the streets, filling in the alcoves of the post-urban semantic A post-human narcotic ! My quivering carcass stuck in stratums of dope, lube and deception Redefining my dream of autarky in the mud of promiscuity Whenever I try to rise again, I wane into dregs, muck, and gospel of snorting My soul ? A scrotal bag, dragged in the gutters With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled Eternally alprazolaming Evil to fit it in tubes and intestines. |
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Side B | |||
5. | Sights in the Abysmal Lure | 05:21 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Cesspool Coronation | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
All the disturbances and depravities of the earth were scheduled to be gathered at this precise moment, in this precise time. All the brutishness, All the injuries made to physical compensations, All the slaveries, unexpected rottennesses, sordid hallucinations, Flattering obscurities lying inside dead shells… All the injections, all the parodical funeral orations… (Aldrahn) : Decadence and logic in perfumed irritation, (A : ) Born from the pain of living, (A : ) A drugged-out ego dysfunction. All the retina obstructions through ready made rays Of patterned fallible light, Malign enhancements to blindness and foolishness, Five knuckle shuffles and sick premonitions… (A : ) Conjuring weakness, (A : ) Irreverence and bad alchemy, (A : ) Synthetic vultures, (A : ) Deceitful mad preachers All the possibilities of parental decay, All the whisperings committed by flesh bootleggers Filling almost dead bodies With mud and smegma soup, Manipulations, Moistening sheets and all nights spent In relentless fear of God. All silences contained by broken coils, All meditations burdened by mediocrity and wounds and fruitless chases, All E-coli, amplified magnitudes and strong visitations, All lewd and impure embraces, tropopauses, and smuggled phenotypes, Haunted parcels of symmetry and fear, all casual shit noise for retarded, Farting sacred texts, all of that dozen summers left behind, All death sacerdoces and pointless catechesis... (A : ) Everyone has gathered at this precise moment inside space and time geometry, (A : ) Crowning righteousness while everything is about to fall. Toutes les impiétés, les dissonances chimiques, les bouches riantes et risibles, les cataractes obtenues à travers quelques ready-made de lumière faillible, les améliorations à base de semences mortes, toutes les possibilités de dégénérescence génitale, de pourrissement parental, tous les soupirs commis à travers les tubulures enfardées de ces vendeurs de viandes mortes, tous ces potages de smegma et de foutre stérilisés, toutes les molestations, manipulations, tous les draps à la moiteur entretenue au cours de nuits poisseuses à craindre Dieu, tous les silences contenus au creux des stérilets cassés, toutes les bactéries et leurs anagrammes de crasse, toutes les hantises, les magnitudes amplifiées, les phénotypes de contrebande, les parcelles distraites de symétrie, les textes sacrés flatulents, les étés fanés, les catéchèses jaunies et tous les cultes rapiécés, tout s’est rassemblé à ce moment précis, à ce point de l’espace et du temps, couronnant la précieuse hérédité de tout ce qui est sur le point de sombrer. |
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7. | At the Vanguard of Deception | 09:07 | Show lyrics |
At the Vanguard of Deception The mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh This mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to this rotten shell Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks In a yelling void That bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race, Leading to paths of bites Channeling me to infected waters, Abused by the gutter of the world, Where our flame, cast in flesh Is nothing but a nail stuck in filth. . The mourning I wear is not mine... But a pigsty where brews my dated passion For the old satanic archetype Virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse… There’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity, An ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of God Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of Nag Hammadi. Oh, Satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast ? Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids Our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials, Are starving for starvation. I consume everything I touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth Someday I’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile My belly secretes a living manure, some AIDS-faced abomination Able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest. Time’s poisoning the idea of being, Cosmos is the reverse of creation All is fucked, nothing can grow, Each second cancels a century Standing at the vanguard of deception. As a fanatic of my own destruction, I’ve reach the suburbs of devastation, of devestalisation Praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry. You have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your existence Experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of God Now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter Replacing the whole sky Testing the shooting room. In Pavore Dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto. Domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo. |
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43:48 |
Omegaphilia
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Aldrahn | Vocals (additional) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dehn Sora | Cover art |
Andrew Guillotin | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Cauterizing Cosmos | 06:29 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | The Falsified Son | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
Years of slavery, standing in the blaze of excrements Keeping my eyes open amongst the dirty deeds of souls My liver like a rat poisoning the remains of my body My lips are still moving as if they can still profess Some stinking promise able to make whores laying down. A litany of lies, a rosary of mucous membranes Stuck together to fulfill the whole fucking movie I swallowed too much, a wasted semen has poisoned my veins I saw too much, my eyelids are curtains constantly burning The fetid sunrise has blemished my organs in a single second... Nothing remains of these years of devotion, black metal ruined everything, Satan gives no rest, for He spawns the inner enemy Cosmic conspiracy denies each attempt to die. |
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3. | Apophatic Weaponry | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests High expectations are leading to high desecrations The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void. Omegavore : the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence. For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption. Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding. The joy of God is the joy of his absence His vanishing has left the world ascend, As an ocean, when leaving the shore, Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life God is the absence of God Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb Have rotted to become unholy germs, Scabbing shells of inertia and terror. I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being To desecrate my own creation Syllable by syllable, letters by letters, shapes after shapes of his manifestation. |
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4. | Gutters of Pain | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
I betrayed betrayal itself As an embedded solution to cast away the global obscenity Disgusting humans - only walls disguised in beasts, a sordid treachery Nasty whores in the urge to split their bellies With some cesarean waste summoned by dead semen. I collected infections, to remind me that I was sane Wandering in the streets, filling in the alcoves of the post-urban semantic A post-human narcotic ! My quivering carcass stuck in stratums of dope, lube and deception Redefining my dream of autarky in the mud of promiscuity Whenever I try to rise again, I wane into dregs, muck, and gospel of snorting My soul ? A scrotal bag, dragged in the gutters With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled Eternally alprazolaming Evil to fit it in tubes and intestines. |
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5. | Sights in the Abysmal Lure | 05:21 | |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | Cesspool Coronation | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
All the disturbances and depravities of the earth were scheduled to be gathered at this precise moment, in this precise time. All the brutishness, All the injuries made to physical compensations, All the slaveries, unexpected rottennesses, sordid hallucinations, Flattering obscurities lying inside dead shells… All the injections, all the parodical funeral orations… (Aldrahn) : Decadence and logic in perfumed irritation, (A : ) Born from the pain of living, (A : ) A drugged-out ego dysfunction. All the retina obstructions through ready made rays Of patterned fallible light, Malign enhancements to blindness and foolishness, Five knuckle shuffles and sick premonitions… (A : ) Conjuring weakness, (A : ) Irreverence and bad alchemy, (A : ) Synthetic vultures, (A : ) Deceitful mad preachers All the possibilities of parental decay, All the whisperings committed by flesh bootleggers Filling almost dead bodies With mud and smegma soup, Manipulations, Moistening sheets and all nights spent In relentless fear of God. All silences contained by broken coils, All meditations burdened by mediocrity and wounds and fruitless chases, All E-coli, amplified magnitudes and strong visitations, All lewd and impure embraces, tropopauses, and smuggled phenotypes, Haunted parcels of symmetry and fear, all casual shit noise for retarded, Farting sacred texts, all of that dozen summers left behind, All death sacerdoces and pointless catechesis... (A : ) Everyone has gathered at this precise moment inside space and time geometry, (A : ) Crowning righteousness while everything is about to fall. Toutes les impiétés, les dissonances chimiques, les bouches riantes et risibles, les cataractes obtenues à travers quelques ready-made de lumière faillible, les améliorations à base de semences mortes, toutes les possibilités de dégénérescence génitale, de pourrissement parental, tous les soupirs commis à travers les tubulures enfardées de ces vendeurs de viandes mortes, tous ces potages de smegma et de foutre stérilisés, toutes les molestations, manipulations, tous les draps à la moiteur entretenue au cours de nuits poisseuses à craindre Dieu, tous les silences contenus au creux des stérilets cassés, toutes les bactéries et leurs anagrammes de crasse, toutes les hantises, les magnitudes amplifiées, les phénotypes de contrebande, les parcelles distraites de symétrie, les textes sacrés flatulents, les étés fanés, les catéchèses jaunies et tous les cultes rapiécés, tout s’est rassemblé à ce moment précis, à ce point de l’espace et du temps, couronnant la précieuse hérédité de tout ce qui est sur le point de sombrer. |
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7. | At the Vanguard of Deception | 09:07 | Show lyrics |
At the Vanguard of Deception The mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh This mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to this rotten shell Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks In a yelling void That bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race, Leading to paths of bites Channeling me to infected waters, Abused by the gutter of the world, Where our flame, cast in flesh Is nothing but a nail stuck in filth. . The mourning I wear is not mine... But a pigsty where brews my dated passion For the old satanic archetype Virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse… There’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity, An ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of God Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of Nag Hammadi. Oh, Satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast ? Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids Our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials, Are starving for starvation. I consume everything I touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth Someday I’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile My belly secretes a living manure, some AIDS-faced abomination Able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest. Time’s poisoning the idea of being, Cosmos is the reverse of creation All is fucked, nothing can grow, Each second cancels a century Standing at the vanguard of deception. As a fanatic of my own destruction, I’ve reach the suburbs of devastation, of devestalisation Praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry. You have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your existence Experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of God Now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter Replacing the whole sky Testing the shooting room. In Pavore Dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto. Domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo. |
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43:48 |
Omegaphilia
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Perversifier | Guitars |
Daethorn | Bass |
Blastum | Drums |
A.K. | Guitars |
Vestal | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Aldrahn | Vocals (additional) (track 6) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dehn Sora | Cover art |
Andrew Guillotin | Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Cauterizing Cosmos | 06:29 | |
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2. | The Falsified Son | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
Years of slavery, standing in the blaze of excrements Keeping my eyes open amongst the dirty deeds of souls My liver like a rat poisoning the remains of my body My lips are still moving as if they can still profess Some stinking promise able to make whores laying down. A litany of lies, a rosary of mucous membranes Stuck together to fulfill the whole fucking movie I swallowed too much, a wasted semen has poisoned my veins I saw too much, my eyelids are curtains constantly burning The fetid sunrise has blemished my organs in a single second... Nothing remains of these years of devotion, black metal ruined everything, Satan gives no rest, for He spawns the inner enemy Cosmic conspiracy denies each attempt to die. |
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3. | Apophatic Weaponry | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
As shapes of the divine retirement crawling in sterile nests High expectations are leading to high desecrations The stronger is a faith, the tastier shall be its corruption Entropic forces exhumed by abstract knowledge The evidence of His absence is sparkling, a dizziness into the void. Omegavore : the end of meanings, absolution for the prolapsed soul Cuts and wounds silently draw the maze to transcendence. For travelers of the uncanny vessels of noesis and consumption. Squandering the remains of humanity in total devotion Ignite, exhale, absolute shall be the process of voiding. The joy of God is the joy of his absence His vanishing has left the world ascend, As an ocean, when leaving the shore, Creates the wounds and the womb or earth and life God is the absence of God Antiseeds placed in us by Its Divine Womb Have rotted to become unholy germs, Scabbing shells of inertia and terror. I leave my corpse hungry, a blemishing aura still tries to shine Through rottenness I erect my pleasure of being To desecrate my own creation Syllable by syllable, letters by letters, shapes after shapes of his manifestation. |
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4. | Gutters of Pain | 04:03 | Show lyrics |
I betrayed betrayal itself As an embedded solution to cast away the global obscenity Disgusting humans - only walls disguised in beasts, a sordid treachery Nasty whores in the urge to split their bellies With some cesarean waste summoned by dead semen. I collected infections, to remind me that I was sane Wandering in the streets, filling in the alcoves of the post-urban semantic A post-human narcotic ! My quivering carcass stuck in stratums of dope, lube and deception Redefining my dream of autarky in the mud of promiscuity Whenever I try to rise again, I wane into dregs, muck, and gospel of snorting My soul ? A scrotal bag, dragged in the gutters With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled With rags and tatters of spiritual exiled Eternally alprazolaming Evil to fit it in tubes and intestines. |
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5. | Sights in the Abysmal Lure | 05:21 | |
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6. | Cesspool Coronation | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
All the disturbances and depravities of the earth were scheduled to be gathered at this precise moment, in this precise time. All the brutishness, All the injuries made to physical compensations, All the slaveries, unexpected rottennesses, sordid hallucinations, Flattering obscurities lying inside dead shells… All the injections, all the parodical funeral orations… (Aldrahn) : Decadence and logic in perfumed irritation, (A : ) Born from the pain of living, (A : ) A drugged-out ego dysfunction. All the retina obstructions through ready made rays Of patterned fallible light, Malign enhancements to blindness and foolishness, Five knuckle shuffles and sick premonitions… (A : ) Conjuring weakness, (A : ) Irreverence and bad alchemy, (A : ) Synthetic vultures, (A : ) Deceitful mad preachers All the possibilities of parental decay, All the whisperings committed by flesh bootleggers Filling almost dead bodies With mud and smegma soup, Manipulations, Moistening sheets and all nights spent In relentless fear of God. All silences contained by broken coils, All meditations burdened by mediocrity and wounds and fruitless chases, All E-coli, amplified magnitudes and strong visitations, All lewd and impure embraces, tropopauses, and smuggled phenotypes, Haunted parcels of symmetry and fear, all casual shit noise for retarded, Farting sacred texts, all of that dozen summers left behind, All death sacerdoces and pointless catechesis... (A : ) Everyone has gathered at this precise moment inside space and time geometry, (A : ) Crowning righteousness while everything is about to fall. Toutes les impiétés, les dissonances chimiques, les bouches riantes et risibles, les cataractes obtenues à travers quelques ready-made de lumière faillible, les améliorations à base de semences mortes, toutes les possibilités de dégénérescence génitale, de pourrissement parental, tous les soupirs commis à travers les tubulures enfardées de ces vendeurs de viandes mortes, tous ces potages de smegma et de foutre stérilisés, toutes les molestations, manipulations, tous les draps à la moiteur entretenue au cours de nuits poisseuses à craindre Dieu, tous les silences contenus au creux des stérilets cassés, toutes les bactéries et leurs anagrammes de crasse, toutes les hantises, les magnitudes amplifiées, les phénotypes de contrebande, les parcelles distraites de symétrie, les textes sacrés flatulents, les étés fanés, les catéchèses jaunies et tous les cultes rapiécés, tout s’est rassemblé à ce moment précis, à ce point de l’espace et du temps, couronnant la précieuse hérédité de tout ce qui est sur le point de sombrer. |
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7. | At the Vanguard of Deception | 09:07 | Show lyrics |
At the Vanguard of Deception The mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh This mourning I wear is not mine It belongs to this rotten shell Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks In a yelling void That bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race, Leading to paths of bites Channeling me to infected waters, Abused by the gutter of the world, Where our flame, cast in flesh Is nothing but a nail stuck in filth. . The mourning I wear is not mine... But a pigsty where brews my dated passion For the old satanic archetype Virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse… There’s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity, An ὑποκείμενον wearing the face of the abused child of God Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of Nag Hammadi. Oh, Satan, is there a place to rest against thy breast ? Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids Our souls, metastasis made of igneous materials, Are starving for starvation. I consume everything I touch, a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth Someday I’ll find that my whole childhood was the dream of a pedophile My belly secretes a living manure, some AIDS-faced abomination Able to turn back time and sterilize my mother’s nest. Time’s poisoning the idea of being, Cosmos is the reverse of creation All is fucked, nothing can grow, Each second cancels a century Standing at the vanguard of deception. As a fanatic of my own destruction, I’ve reach the suburbs of devastation, of devestalisation Praying for the pain to leave, this pain of being here and now, reduced to this collage of infected cells, spreading diseases, greedy symmetry. You have wept into your little plot of void, molesting the probability of your existence Experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of God Now you can see its obscene face, chrome face, behind the veil of matter Replacing the whole sky Testing the shooting room. In Pavore Dormiam, et caro mea requiescet in polluto. Domine, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo. |
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