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Epiales

by Phasma

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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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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
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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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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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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This is Phasma's 2nd album released on March 26 2022.

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released March 27, 2022

Music / production / mixing / mastering: Jason Athanasiadis
Vocals / Lyrics: Luis Ferre

Cover picture photographer: George Angelis linktr.ee/gangelis
Cover edit: Jason Athanasiadis

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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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