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Intro
02:02
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Flames dance and frolic about like sprites
Caressing my face in a gentle warm glow
Leaning over to pick a rose
Admiring all the beauty that grows
Encapsulating life in its ebb and flows
Here in my garden of crucified Nazarenes
Nails in the forearms
Feet straddled to the sides
Spears that pierce the ribs and make their home inside
Spikes hammered in place
Hooks skewering the face
They weep
Blood and tears mix
Nourishing the roses
That thrive alongside the river styx
A sacrilegious act
An affront to God
Blood and tears mix
Nourishing the roses
Here in my garden of crucified Nazarenes
Patrons are drunk and watch with merriment and cheer
The spectacles one could witness here
The children of Christ whimper
As collars are put around their necks
They are held down to the earth
Meant to bow with their backs convexed
A frisson of fear
Bathed in the excretions of swine
Adorned in the most lavish garbs of beasts
Our utmost honored guests
Worried to death by dogs unleashed
A child left alone to rip the wings of butterflies
To snap the necks of angels
Snuff out the light in someone's eyes
The power in these hands to senselessly strangle
Strolling along a pristine marble path.
Leaning over picking at the flora
A frail man begging from atop the cross
The silhouette of an eagle soaring in the night sky
Wailing I set flame to his feet
To cast light on the rest to bear witness
From Gabriel's horn not one note
For my past transgressions God has not smote
Spit from the womb of the whore of Babylon
Forsaken now in the jaws of the Fallen son
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in hell
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On this plane where the sky is painted black
Where breathes are labored and the earth is cracked
Ancient lore prolific and hidden deep
Abyssal truths scholars struggle to complete
With caverns splitting into hundreds of shafts
And murky channels with sinking auras
The man walks on the abandoned past
Echoes far off of an infernal chorus
Burrowed within these damp cave walls
A hunger for knowledge becoming surreal
As he finds an unhallowed banquet hall
His hubris is met with a forbidden meal
Fulfilling his purpose he begins to consume
The spoils of hell in front of his eyes
Each bite a new secret long since entombed
Consciousness fading, he becomes mesmerized
The pungent taste of salt and sweat
Without stopping to take a breath
He devours himself a feast of flesh
Ever consuming looming death
Lurid images cerebral vomit
He wants to end but cannot stop it
Life flows down his throat without resistance
Shedding light on his own existence
He now stands before the mouth of the abyss
The more he fathoms the less he exists
A cosmic gospel swallows his mind
As upon his own bones his teeth do grind
He can finally see the horrors
That hide in the corners of the universe
No longer obscured by the hands of order
Everything he knows now twisted, perverse
Autosarcophagy, the stomach swollen about to burst
Cosmic omniscience has forever been unearthed
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And Icarus Fell
04:10
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I sought a new existence, somewhere inside
To rid myself of ego and grow
A ritual of candle wax; foolishness
And little tabs of paper with colorful illustrations
The echoes of tracers have built to form tsunamis
Crashing against the world leaving tiny fissures
Secrets of the world spill out to form a new heterodoxy
Encased, the brain swells becoming an inadequate transistor
Wisdom from outer limits of the universe ephemeral
I saw not the form I seek but something just out of my reach
My obsession grows wishing to escape all things temporal
My body the conduit for things in the ether I could leach
Ingesting a cocktail of haphazard drugs
Inducing terrible and forbidden dreams
Into darker realms my mind succumbs
Staring into vortexes, unending screams
Bodiless flights passing haunting nightmares
Crawling the nearby abyss
Horrific parasites
Skulking foreign worlds
Hidden in mists
With every foray a gleam of sublime wisdom
Shifting forms artisans could never sculpt
I wish to hold this reality in my hands
Attempts to understand only turn into unmalleable commands
The arrogance of man to try and conquer distant savage lands
Now I fear something has cracked open my skull
Slipped inside my head
A strange inhabitant, it sings to me
It's found its way to my legs
Strange geometric shapes
I now start to fear I'm now beyond
What I set out to reach
Sped past like a bullet seeking its end
I vomit cerebrospinal fluid
Like burning paper I curl and bend
I fumble forward, completely dissolved
Searching for objects with which I can reform
Clay, flesh, dirt and any filth I can find
Is this what I sought? everything left behind?
I am ejected from my body
Falling back into the horror
Clutching hands with my former temple
But the stranger has already taken over
A wooden grin breaks across his face
Peeling my fingers off one by one
Thanking me for this long deserved space
He waves me goodbye into the void I succumb
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Malebolge
04:10
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A labyrinth of trenches
Effluent collects at the bottom
My limbs sink deep
Muck consisting of flesh and excrement leaves rings around my knees
Towering walls engraved in hieroglyphs
And the remains of broken fingernails
Failed attempts to escape
Unholy historical record
A millennia of pain
How long have I wandered?
My brain finally stirs
I've forgotten to ponder
My punishment still lingers
And for how much longer?
An eternal march surrounded by human shaped husks
I feel nothing towards these echoes
The isolation weighs heavier still
The damage to my sanity has grown severe
God, Time, and men's good will
Each step becoming more obscure
Trudging for centuries
A fleeting image of disparate markings
Catch my eyes from a thousand-yard stare
My body contorts with excitement to take me there
A new path opens before me
Just as bleak
But different at the very least
Have I gone this way before?
Desperate for some kind of transmutation
I cross the threshold of the door
What new terrors have I found
Standing on rolling plains and hills
A new realm and the domain of undiscovered horrors
A fool I stood before it
Oh great monolith, terrible and strange
I crushed myself onto it
Several life times of pain
Cacophonous hymns sang their ungodly refrain
My skull split, my consciousness bursts
Until I bled, my bones splintered again and again
My existence ground in mortar and pestle
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Hills of Behelit
04:05
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A sun hovers over a blackened marsh that will not dry
Trekked miles with no formations to surprise a scanning sight
Every sound I make is now part of a dead language
That strangles the throat and leaves me in anguish
Tears from the heavens
Possessed enslavement apparent
Tears from the heavens
The howling beastly, incoherent
Beneath my feet a sea of flesh and eyes
A slew of mangled bodies
A composition of everlasting rot
I stand on the newly formed hills of behelit
Composed from rot of those who've been sacrificed
My brothers, my flesh, my kin
Devoured by the children of God's hands
I wail and cry out to my father
The mountains that shields us from the coldest winds moves
A heaving leviathan turns its back
God has abandoned us
Sacrificed for his ultimate desire
Black seas rage within my soul
Nestled in the heart is an infection
Nurturing it with malice and hate
Spite moves each foot in front of the other
Death is inevitable for all except me
The children visit me at night
Beckoning me to join them
To end my suffering
There is no inch of space left to scar the skin
Closer to the sweet whispers of Behelit
A blackened inferno building in the chest
My body tires but the combustion will not rest
A breakdown of the outer shell
Against the heat of the sun
Gripping each limb I tear them asunder
Cleaving into their heads they burst into flame
Redlining until I can commit this vessel into an explosion that consumes all
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Awakened.
My eyes have been sealed in the dust of an old tomb
With no recollection of how I ended here
Still I recognize the smiling shadows that welcome me into this long
abandoned home
But they speak no tongue that I know
And only murmurs and whispers dance in the furthest corners of these
cavernous halls
And limping through the winding and bending corridors of this castle
The fixtures, the paintings, discarded tomes
All feel like they have had their place in my life
But time has torn them from me
Leaving a nebulous void between us
Finding myself before a massive crumbling staircase leading up to dormant
Mammoth doors.
They moan and grind against the pressure of my weight
Yhis weary centuries old beast gives way
My hands they land upon the supple ground around me
I find the air thick in the smells of the forest
The moonlight washes over the trees
And far off a spark of life through the foggy windows of a homestead
People merry, dance and sing
I cannot help but think this is the best moments of their lives
I cannot contain myself
Crawling my way through I wish to join
But happiness is fleeting
Shrieking erupts and faces turn sallow
And all who were merry suddenly like roaches scatter
All abandoned save one
Breathing was labored and the sound of fluids spewed with every gasp
A low rumbling building in the chest cavity
The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
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Part: II Metamorphosis
05:04
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The earth stood still
And its eyes were laid upon me
It's motions mimicked mine
It's presence sheer terror
Activated a primal fear in my mind
There is no extension to this room
It's only a looking glass
My body slumps to the ground
The fireplace adds no warmth to my features
Ghoulish skin peels and slips from the bone
And underneath the veneer glimpses of blackened thread poking through
Piercing flesh
The unmistakable form of the reaper
And underneath the veneer glimpses of blackened thread poking through
Piercing flesh
In the black pits of where my eyes once were
My piercing gaze catches the faintest glimmer of ice
The unmistakable form of the reaper
No mercy shown on this wretched creature
Translucent skin falls on my ribs
I cannot remember my own face
Panic sets in, I rip and shed the skin
Flowing robes spill from underneath
Enveloping my anatomy
Serpents uncoil beneath the sleeves
Find their home in my hands
Rigor mortis setting in
Molding themselves into the epochal scythe that has guided souls for
Millenia
I don't remember my own face anymore but all of humanity knows this
specter
Memories reached out and snag my robes
The scythe swings low
I ride now with the mocking and friendly ghouls of the night wind and play
By day amongst the catacombs
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My body hasn't known rest in weeks
Cannot sleep until it's complete
Ingredients come to me
Inside a waking dream
I collect forms as they come to me
First a mother, then vagabond and king
Then a child who isn't old enough to speak
A stray dog, a bird, little crawling things
Ready to become more, the psalms they quietly read
Deconstructed, so much more than the sum of their parts
They become one
A body with 15 hearts
I gave it a pair of wings
Formed from flesh from its chest cavity
On its throat I formed several holes
So it never has to open its mouth to sing
Spiderlike appendages sprout all around
Protruding rib bones like spikes to heaven
Fingers and teeth have formed a crown
Instead of eyes just two depressions
A pit in its stomach a place of worship
Ideal to drop your offerings
Filled with blood of faithful servents
And whatever the foreign pilgrams bring
After Eve consumed the apple
A being in constant agony
Like Michelangelo painting the Sistine chapel
I know how much this holy work means
Only venture deep into Cimmerian forests
All of his children to be welcomed disciples
Leading benefactions with untouched vitals
Into the hands of his devoted apostles
Sealing the bond in sanguinary ritual
For both to taste and consume from his bosom
For he is loving and shares all his victuals
A new God, a just God, and not just a simulacrum
Like the old Gods before him
He was man made
But he will bring even more bliss and suffering
We will all drink from the well
So do not be dismayed
Feeling his warmth and affection
We will all begin to oscillate
Can you hear him
He is calling
Discordant hymns within his voice
The earth below is breathing
Heaven is here we can rejoice
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Phasma Athens, Greece
Greek-American extreme metal outfit Phasma fuse different styles of extreme music into a singular sound that is both aggressive and entracing on their new album, Epiales
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