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Romanian / Portuguese Avant-garde Black Metal split. This is crushing & extremely intense with some kick-ass vocals! What a truly awesome ride this is! I am on my third replay! Love the lyrics too! Thank you so much Sérgio! Highly recommended!!!
Darknight
The black metal of a formidable split in which darkness engulfs us all, welcome to The Devouring Void and Atrate, killer blackened metal of the highest kind.
Favorite track: The Inevitable Collapse of Mortal Dreams.
(Consider your worldview through the eye of a noose)
Converging, as if through a lens.
Reality is all but subjective;
experience filtered through perception
and in the throes of a new despair: abjection
There are infinities
beyond imagining
found in fragments of a shattered psyche,
with provenance in theta waves;
miscommunicative neuronal pathways -
written in synaptic constellations.
A psychotic subingression made manifest:
borne into flesh
I've heard the funeral knell
I've felt torpor's languid spell
I've seen my colours greyed
I've been reduced to sequelae
Drown me submersed in pitch:
let me know the viscous weight.
Pervade and permeate my flesh,
my soul is lampblack stained.
Scathe me, unhem my stitch;
salve my existential ache.
Abrade and abnegate pretense:
I am become self-extirpation
Diverging, from a common point,
normality is all but perspective;
The great disjoint. Falsehood, misdirection,
and with the seeds of a new despair: conception
There are dark entities
of your imagining
long laid dormant like a malignancy
found in spontaneous gamma waves
and excess dopaminergic activity.
Written in synaptic constellations
A psychotic subingression made manifest:
borne into flesh.
"Every dream I've ever had,
every memory good or bad
in my mind I have remade
as over time they tend to fade
in greater detail than before
once the same and never more
but now my days are filled with gloom
for the ghost in every room"
I exist as splinters
And fractions of a Janus-Father mind,
Cohabited by a whisperer;
Gloomspeaker of the dismal wraithlike kind.
Susurrant it ushers,
Jeers-on, excoriates, and undermines
Disinhibited; elicitor nurturing a nascent suicide.
At the onset, it was barely perceptible.
I was with dead eyes scrutinised,
Spitefully analysed
Until it made its presence felt
I had come to realise
I will never again exist in isolation
A sense of scopophobia
Precedes its influence.
A crawling paresthesia.
Always behind; anatomy ambiguous
Then into my mind it sows blackened hateful seeds
Blooms within the skull: a concept
Festering from incept
Command hallucinations,
Malice and disaffect.
See my eyes at the moments of the apparitions
I’ve gaslit my physicians
Lies and surreptition
Now they’re picking through pieces and splinters of his psyche strewn throughout the ruins.
I am the yawning grave that beckons
With a smile which belies a true intent
I am the false beacon that guides
With a light that blinds and disorients
In palest figment of death defied:
Between the jump and pull of rope you might well try to fly
In palest figment of death defied:
Between the jump and pull of rope you might well try to fly
Played, akin
To Nero’s violin
While the world around you turned to dust and ruin
Like the rats
And children
Lead from Hamelin dashed upon the cliffs or drowned therein
In palest figment of death defied:
Between the jump and pull of rope you might well try to fly
In palest figment of death defied:
Between the jump and pull of rope you might well try to fly
I cut my tether
Was cast adrift
And perception changes further strayed like doppler shift
In gallows fashion:
The dragropes tied
Laid before me; drastic how perspective shifts through noose’s eye
“Mine dead eyes see not your tears flow
Deaf ears hear neither curse no praise bestowed
I wear not the face known heretofore
Great death has made all his forevermore”
Hearken well! The depredation of time
Extirpating all sensations of poise
Facing the sole monument of human wisdom
How could the anguish of reaching the cusp of presence
Ever be requited beyond this sight?!
Thrown into an ocean of abashment
Fettered to a landscape of vile ecstasies!
Absent from the life we have constructed
And condemned for the malfeasance of being born
Prompting the same generative dross-
That which should not be
Writ deeply into this self-soiling woolgathering.
Reveal to me
Your harrowing light
These eyes forgot
The relief of sleep
Execute your
Judgment upon-
This rotting flesh
These crumbling bones
I shall dare open their impure mouths
Against their will
And they shall eternally execrate their days
Until the end of this merciless Creation
Until the fragrance of decay shall reign over us
Harlequins in a play without plot
They shall see and understand nothing of their misery
As though the suffering of this world was not enough
Reveal to me
The surge of Chaos
Entangled in a celebration of carnage
For their truth-seeking crusade
Watch them tumble to their faces
As the reins fall into your hands
Approaching the silent, devouring void.
Ear-blistering pandemonium
Befalls upon the ground below
And the murder of sleep
Lifts the burning veils of delirium
Upon this rock another regency of mire shall rise
Attuned to the seditious pride of our purveyors
Bows your heads in resignation and behold the only
True creed!
All your existential infirmities are worth the time of minutiae
All of you shall fight for your own subjugation
As though it were your sole deliverance
Nothing more than a terse breath until
The omen of sanctimony becomes unbearable
And to admit the crowning verdict of all that we ever wished for
How formidable the collective statement against living could be
A luminous triumph that would adumbrate even the Sun
The chasm of clarity is just one step away
And in true knowledge there can only be pure nothingness
Is there anything other than a metamorphic blunder?
Hiding beneath our tears and smiles
Through the walls of nightmare the vastness of the ages
Has revealed itself!
Announcing our primal malaise
The insight of the imminent thought!
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Probably the happiest I have ever been to get a surprise release. Using dissonance and technicality for the sole purpose of properly conveying emotional weight, seems like every release leaves no room for improvement, yet somehow the next one surpasses it. thetodd91
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It's hard to describe this one. It's brutal, it's crazy, it's kicking ass! Some weird and insane shit. It's like a punch in the face…with a Knuckelduster…by your mom…on Christmas. Sælzer Bub
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Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance