Shadow Of Intent
SHADOW OF INTENT - Vehement Draconian Vengeance (Official Music Video)
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Footage filmed and edited by Salopiandan
Produced by Chris Wiseman, Blake Mullens, and Dave Otero
Lyrics:
A subterfuge emerges from the confusion
Corrupting patterns, piercing the timeline
A trail left emblazoned with no regard
They fly the black flag high
Ubiquitous backstab
Maddened insurrectional acts
Rampant misinformation
Slaughter of defectors
These great tides of change usher the new
Those who can withstand the pressure offer resistance, quickly slipping between the cracks
The path towards ascendancy lays at the extent of their reach
Infinite interstellar genocide at their feet
Annihilation necessary
Destiny complete
Every last soul, by their hands, deceased
Throats slit before devout and jeering swaths
The separation further persists
A force of paralyzed minds
Prejudice and murder through fear
Remaining deaf and blind
An ideology to evolve, alas
Harsh betrayal
Abandoned to the past
Explosive Dismantled and devastated
Forcing new subjects, they carry out deeds of carnage
Slicing and dicing
Disintegrate, obliterate
An ancient subterfuge spawned out of pure ignorance
Civilized erosion highlighting their human nature
Ideological forsakers are stripped down and cast into the light
Throats slit before devout and jeering swaths
With or against, it matters not
Entrapped betwixt tandem forces clashing are the abandoned, unfortunate Void of regard
They fly the black flag high
Spewing of hatred through messages written in blood
Effectively defecating into the mouths of their brethren
Directed by Josiah Moore
Produced by Chris Wiseman and Dave Otero
Lyrics:
Several years have passed since man has cleared the cosmic rim
Interspecies diverting of hostilities until the next upheaval
Patulous
Through extrinsic hands with diligence, finding the rare of man
The lid is closed and frozen shut
May he awake
Hear the startling hiss of decompression
A lifeless instant
Melting jaws drip of his flesh
Suckling on the bones while disposing the rest
I hunt the stars
For you I ache
Through extinction I spread
Equal for all
Drifting, drifting
Cast away into the vastness beyond
Searching, searching
Slashing through the systems to find the one
Spewing parallax
Exist in a nightmare that never ends
Slowly traversing unto doom
To build worlds of gore
Confined in a glass crypt
Transluscent palaces of black blood one day will flourish again
The extensions continue the scourge of aeons reforming a matter of mindset
This soon will not matter
Timeless original god jaded by their discontent
Human virulence
Incinerating innocence
Envisioning all equal
Sirens
Thundering quakes
Frozen pace
Final stasis lifts
Viral forms
Must extract or succumb
Punctured, piercing, stretching
Tortured soul explosion
Fall
Emotion erodes
Reversed life
Death becomes your home
This chamber becomes your final tomb
Drift, drift
I assimilate all
Species known and uknown; equally dissolved
Blistering, pus glistening
Masticate, to ceaselessly macerate
Mesmerized by your transforming life
Through your eyes you will see what they despise
Drifting, drifting
Cast away into the vastness beyond
Searching and searching
Slashing through systems to find the one
Slowly traversing unto doom
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Guitar performance by Chris Wiseman
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
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Live audio was used with the following gear:
Guitar: Ibanez Axion Label RGA61ALN
Clean Amp: Neural DSP Archetype: Tim Henson
Rhythm Amp: Neural DSP Fortin Nameless Suite
Lead Amp: Neural DSP Archetype: John Petrucci
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video by Randy Edwards
Lyrics:
This where it began
Before the coming of war
With long knives they carve the night
Awaiting in anticipation to long persist the coming abyss
A savage conflict is unfurling
Condemning of faith, condemning with hate and death
Violent Expulsions, claiming the lands as their own
A cataclysmic and misanthropic catalyst shall further enrage
Demands for our deaths
Several long nights of terror
The cleansing begins
This is the new beginning of our living hell
The coming was foretold, warnings went unheeded
We all sat by and stared as the stampede proceeded
Conquer all
Drudges invading the denizens
Laughing and dancing while bidding the devil’s work
Martyrs lie in the streets on this night
So you may live, they give their selfless death
But the madness does not end yet
Scales project
From beneath his ophidian skin
Misanthropic
You were never supposed to be king
But the madness does not end yet my friend
This isn’t the end
Pissing right on our graves
Razing, dragging our names through the dirt
The worst has yet to come
The blame for their failures falls on us
We pay for this with the conflagration of 1000 shrines
I obey you not
You deceive your own
Others blinded by your lies
I see through them all
Guitar performance by Chris Wiseman
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
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Live audio was used with the following gear:
Guitar: Ibanez Axion Label RGA61ALN
Clean Amp: Neural DSP Archetype: Tim Henson
Rhythm Amp: Neural DSP Fortin Nameless Suite
Lead Amp: Neural DSP Archetype: John Petrucci
Video Directed by Chris Klumpp
Video Directed by Chris Klumpp
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video by Shayne Minott
Lyrics:
Blood in the sands of time
The ageless clock is counting down
The purveyors and crusaders bygone live on renowned
Some dare aspire to join the ranks of the gods
The certainty of your safety now drains with every hour
Only the dead have seen the end of war
All sons of the many gods
The race of men
Begotten end
Empires fall
Years have progressed and are forsaken
The meek are cast down
The strongest garnering the gains
Sounds of war echo on in solemn spirit
The blind, the sick, the old, the young, even the demons hear it
And as time passes on, these situations remain a constant in the name of indemnification
The oozing black heart below the surface is calling outward
And those who dare listen shall be relentlessly pulled under
Worldwide crisis
Divinity rehashed
The world you see that surrounds you was built from murder
The cycle of death continues and we push it further
Always mobilized
Eager to pulverize
Corrupt, destabilize
Autonomy strung up high
The whole are dead to rights
Nothing shall ever suffice
Our end is prophecized
The suicide of our kind
Rejecting signs as the grand clock unwinds
Oil pipelines pour spilled blood in the sands of time
We walk the earth and still the ground, it trembles
Transcending elements
From death we cannot hide
Suicide of humankind
Kiss of death claiming lives
To persevere is no option
Reset, rewind
Suicide of humankind
Eden is falling apart
Sounds of war echo on
The sounds of war echo on
The sheer will of mankind can hold on only for so long
Acting as though the last grain has faltered
Video Directed by Chris Klumpp
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video directed by Joey Durango
Lyrics:
Starving beasts of misanthropy
Tear their souls from reality
They terrorize, sodomize
Then torch all that’s left of their miserable lives
Reprise
They are swiftly swept aside
Reflections of blood on fresh front lines
Millions of men forged in the fiery depths of hell begin to purge the lands
Ad nauseam, they seize their prize
Demanding that hundreds of thousands more must die
The jaws of hell have opened wide
Bombs, bone fragments fall from the sky
Panoramic fire lights up the sky
Sounds of horrors recoil from hillsides
Petrified
Spat out on the lines
A mass grave sentence, you're begging to die
The horrors seen here cannot be erased from the minds of men
They seek to rid them of their existence and reform
For defenders, to fail would mean they disappear
A choice leaves the weight of this force to be dismembered
The combat seems to be everlasting
They all met death
Barbarous obliteration of them all
Perfidious bandits execute survivors
These men are but slaves
Slaves to the devil himself
Suffer the wrath and the consequences
Video Directed by Chris Klumpp
Performed by Bryce Butler
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson.
Video by Chris Klumpp
Drum audio by Grant McFarland and Carson Slovak at Atrium Audio
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Gear used in this video:
Sabian Cymbals
6" AA Splash
7" Radia Cup Chime
8" AAX Splash
9" Custom Brilliant Radia Cup Chime
10" AAX O-Zone Splash
10" HHX Evolution Splash/10" AA Holy China (Stack)
10" HHX Evolution Splash/14" HHX Evolution Mini China (Stack)
10" HHX Splash/16" AAX O-Zone Crash (Stack)
14" HHX Evolution (top) AAX-Celerator (bottom) Hi Hats
17" AAX-treme China
18" HHX China
18" AAX O-Zone Crash
18" AAX-Plosion Fast Crash
19" AAX-Plosion Fast Crash
22" HH Powerbell Ride (brilliant)
22" HH Powerbell Ride (natural)
Tama Starclassic B/B Hyperdrive Drum Kit
VK Custom Bronze Snare 14x6.5
Evans EC2, HD Dry and Emad 2 drumheads
Los Cabos Red Hickory Rock Sticks
ACD Unlimited Darwin Drum Pedals
Video Directed by Chris Klumpp
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video by Chris Klumpp
Lyrics:
To a metropolis undignified
They have come to die
Blind rats in the maze affright vie for each block and structure
Garrisoning city heights
Onward to the riverside
They have tantalized
Everything on which they've laid their eyes
As the days go by, the death toll sustains its rise
The majority will not come home
Profound panic fiercely fervent
De-evolution of warfare runs markedly
From the sewers to the littered web of ashen lanes
A presence in the next room lurking, yet to be seen
In severance, things are never what they seem to be
True terror ten thousand fold
Adhering only to the serpent
A testament to all things taken naturally
An ejaculation of another madman’s dreams
The mother of all battles rages vigorously
The death knell tolls ceaselessly for thee
Malodorous emanations stinging at their eyes
Months go by, the death toll continues to rise
Hounds pry at the calcified
Excrement waist high in the feces of the raiders left alive
The trampled turn the tides
They begin to twist the knife
With drive retribution unwinds
A Merciless drama
Where millions have come to die
Where millions have come to die
They all paid the ultimate price
Where millions have come to die
Surrender is denied to the corps
By the despot held above them
Their losses are mounting at a staggering rate
To flee or become yet another casualty
To be shot between the eyes or take a chance to be free
The mother of all battles ends on a blood red mound
The death knell tolls forever loud
The kessel closes, constricting the throats of those spared from starvation, frostbite death and suicide
The morsels standing march to the beyond
With black clouds high above
They march to the unknown
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video directed by Joey Durango
Lyrics:
Newcomers dance and sing
Relieved by the passing of spring
They feel the grace of the sun
Their misfortune has not yet begun
Where the men used to come for their drinks
Where the children would play endlessly
They have taken our everything
They know not what tomorrow shall bring
On the opposite side of the field
A vengeance that shall never yield
Fathers weep for their sons
Their suffering cannot be undone
Why cry?
From squalor and ruin we rise
They reap what they've sown
Arise, arise
Past the horizon lay paradise
But here the rivers run red
Dregs of the world seen through their eyes
Less than the dung below the flies
Fields of the dead bake in the light
Children, women and men, their bodies lie
Piled in the streets stacked six feet high
Tell me why, oh why
Limbs contorted
Anatomical morbid distortions
At a biblical limit the purging
In our hearts is a rage ever burning
Come the next morning
We attack with a thousand scornings
Look upon us like death is emerging
Beginning the righteous charge, disparaging
Now it's our turn for the scourging
With a hatred relentlessly swarming
Skies wail as rockets are hurling
Falling down to earth screaming and bursting
Miles, miles and miles of corpses
They bear witness to vindictive forces
As far as the eyes can see
If you saw it you wouldn't believe it
When will these fucking wars end?
Original music and lyrics written by Lamb of God
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video by Third Eye Visuals
Performed by Bryce Butler
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson.
Video by Chris Klumpp
Drum audio by Grant McFarland and Carson Slovak at Atrium Audio
Bryce proudly endorses:
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Los Cabos Drumsticks
Gear used in this video:
Sabian Cymbals
6" AA Splash
7" Radia Cup Chime
8" AAX Splash
9" Custom Brilliant Radia Cup Chime
10" AAX O-Zone Splash
10" HHX Evolution Splash/10" AA Holy China (Stack)
10" HHX Evolution Splash/14" HHX Evolution Mini China (Stack)
10" HHX Splash/16" AAX O-Zone Crash (Stack)
14" HHX Evolution (top) AAX-Celerator (bottom) Hi Hats
17" AAX-treme China
18" HHX China
18" AAX O-Zone Crash
18" AAX-Plosion Fast Crash
19" AAX-Plosion Fast Crash
22" HH Powerbell Ride (brilliant)
22" HH Powerbell Ride (natural)
Tama Starclassic B/B Hyperdrive Drum Kit
VK Custom Bronze Snare 14x6.5
Evans EC2, HD Dry and Emad 2 drumheads
Los Cabos Red Hickory Rock Sticks
ACD Unlimited Darwin Drum Pedals
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video directed by Joey Durango
Lyrics:
The schism has succumbed to militant decadence
Boundaries perverted, the populous ravenous
Their rights have been compromised
Forced into battle to keep what they own
Plotting the new reign, the parliament ponders
Seizing the motherland after disbandment
Caught in between these brutal objectives
Resorting to violence they're eaten alive
Death
This civil division has far surpassed humility
Defiling the dissident, their lack is evident
They have completely descended to murder
Children play day and night with severed heads
Inhuman execution
Slashing of throats
Mass despoliations
Death in vain
Frenzied grabbing for the closest weapon
Kill or be killed becomes the new way
Keep plunging down the rabbit hole
Resolution through cruelty
Internal strife
Newborns have been torn away from wailing mothers
The future of a nation mutilated, smothered
Displayed as a warning
Bodies left uncovered
And to this day, it can be seen
Unreconciled divide
This dark path was placed by politician hands
Residents now fear the once coveted moonlight
Luscious sculpture, who's glory once had gushed
Supplanted by such beauty and disgust
Species of savages
Persistent penitence
Evident lack of a shred of humanity
Macabre obsession
Removal of men keeps on fueling the passion
Stalking the rooftops they gaze down with penance
They'll be the ones who take care of the menace
Harder and harder, these two sides collide
Intensified genocide
Eaten alive
Civil division has far surpassed humility
Their lack is evident as they defile the dissident
They have completely descended to murder
Children play day and night with severed heads
Inhuman executions
Slashing of throats
Mass despoliations
Death in vain
Frenzied grabbing for the closest weapon
Kill or be killed becomes the new way
Keep plunging down the rabbit hole
They've beaten this dead horse to mush
They cannot stop these ferocious urges
They plunge the knife deeper into the throat of democracy
Slowly carving the head from the neck
This dark path was placed by politician hands
Residents now fear the once coveted moonlight
Luscious sculpture, whose glory once had gushed
Supplanted by such beauty and disgust
Shrouded foulness, the soul inside observed
Shrieks of anguish
Cremation will be served
Bathe in the blood
The blade unjust lost control
Into the furnace, Into the hole
They bathe in the blood
The blade unjust lost control
Into the furnace, Into the hole
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The video was shot and edited by Dylan Gould, using clips from Shadow of Intent's Melancholy Winter Tour.
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Hail the night, and reject the sun
The raging fire blazing all mankind undone
I declare you the soon to be departed
Unspeakable atrocities shall come to light
You are all servants to ideals and stigmata
A curse most grim, the siren’s hymn
Deliverance is a fairytale shared by all
Liberation, rebel, rise!
An ancient madness leaves their restless souls lingering
Urging to drink the fleshy chalice of vindication evolving throughout time
Vindictive, I am deific in origin
For I dwell beyond the walls of man
Amalgamation of chimera and permanence
I hold the power of all that is
By laws of nature, I am the fifth fundamental force
By laws of flesh never to be spawned
By loss of love, of cancer spewing forth
By loss of life, the climax of this decrepit world
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Performed by Anthony Barone.
Drums mixed by Chris Wiseman.
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Gear used in this video:
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15" Byzance Dual Hats
19" Byzance Medium Thin Crash
20" Byzance Pure Alloy Medium Crash
20" Classics Custom Extreme Metal Ride
18" Byzance Pure Alloy China
18" Byzance MB20 Rock China
8" Byzance Brilliant Splash
10" Byzance Dual Splash
DW Drums Collector's Series
Evans EC2 and Heavyweight heads
Promark Pro-round 5B Sticks
Vratim Drum shoe II
Trick Drums USA Pro-1v Bigfoot Double Pedal (Blackwidow edition)
Trick SB-1 Laser Triggers
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Performed by Anthony Barone.
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson.
Video by Clinton Tustin and Melissa Fera.
Audio by Grant Mcfarland and Carson Slovak at Think Loud Studios in York, PA.
Anthony proudly endorses:
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VRATIM
64 Audio
Gear used in this video:
Meinl Cymbals
15" Byzance Dual Hats
18" Byzance Medium Thin Crash
19" Byzance Medium Thin Crash
20" Classics Custom Extreme Metal Ride
20" Byzance Heavy Hammered China
8" Byzance Brilliant Splash
12" Classics Custom Trash Stack
DW Drums Collector's Series African Chechen Drum kit
Evans EC2 and Heavyweight heads
Promark Pro-round 5B Sticks
Vratim Drum shoe II
Trick Drums USA Pro-1v Bigfoot Double Pedal (Blackwidow edition)
Trick SB-1 Laser Triggers
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Guitar performance by Chris Wiseman
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
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Video filmed by Drew Mestel
Guitar performance by Chris Wiseman
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
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Performed by Anthony Barone.
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson.
Video by Clinton Tustin and Melissa Fera.
Audio by Grant Mcfarland and Carson Slovak at Think Loud Studios in York, PA.
Anthony proudly endorses:
Trick Drums USA
VRATIM
64 Audio
Gear used in this video:
Meinl Cymbals
15" Byzance Dual Hats
18" Byzance Medium Thin Crash
19" Byzance Medium Thin Crash
20" Classics Custom Extreme Metal Ride
20" Byzance Heavy Hammered China
8" Byzance Brilliant Splash
12" Classics Custom Trash Stack
DW Drums Collector's Series African Chechen Drum kit
Evans EC2 and Heavyweight heads
Promark Pro-round 5B Sticks
Vratim Drum shoe II
Trick Drums USA Pro-1v Bigfoot Double Pedal (Blackwidow edition)
Trick SB-1 Laser Triggers
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Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video directed by Orie McGinness
Lyrics:
What purpose have I, on this damnable path?
Captured in a nebulous gaze, longing to feel the sun once more
Total demise beneath its looming presence
What purpose have I, on this damnable path?
The unsealed abysmal creation ascends from below
Its thunderous march reverberates through the bones of the accursed
I took my life so that I could know rest
To die with the sins that were left unprofessed
A husk for the gods to molest
Oh, exiled lord of the unblessed
The darkest of idols, of power so divine
The damned, the ceasers of its thriving appetite
The doom of their dejected conscious imminent
Gulping gallons of blood, crushing their bones within its teeth
Incessant doxologization of trapped souls
Pie jesu domine, dona eis requiem
Before the process of disintegration, a sacrificial slaughtering of masses lining for decapitation
Single file at the behest of their demise
Embracing nocturnal damnation
Observer of perdition
As we near the subsequent torment unknown that awaits
Total demise beneath its looming presence
To the monarch umbra I am bound
To live as waste
To die as a slave
A fate most deserving, their debts shall be paid
Living as waste
Dying as slaves
A fate most deserving, their debts shall be paid
Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video directed by Orie McGinness
I emerge alive
Regurgitated as a slave to the tests of time
I reject and do not rejoice my immortality
For there is nothing left of this place
Spawning unto desolation again
In shadows I slumber until I am but dust
Am I to live in nothingness?
In death I live to dwell the days away in fathomless dismay
Am I to roam forever gone?
To roam forever gone?
Festering memories of the past start to project
Then wither away inducing insanity on my behalf
We were led to believe the netherworld is of myth
But it dwells within and its nature so abstract, yet so very real
A most horrid fate
Ghastly rotting grave
Bloodshed and malice conjured the source of our decay
We wasted away
I am he who lives thrice begotten in bedlam against evanescent horizons
How melancholy
Time withers
The sun extinguished
And yet still, I remain
The age of man passes
My progress, struggles, and suffering a waste
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Music produced by Chris Wiseman and Christian Donaldson
Video directed by Eric DiCarlo
The magnum opus of gods disdained
Like ants they burn under watchful eyes
I decide who lives or dies
Oh, how divine
Extinction of the human swine
In advancement to the final light
Demented sickness bred upon the earthly parasites
Their ashen anatomy scuds the blood soaked plains of eden
Admonition had been expressed but no longer obeyed
In the midst of the reckoning, they cower before the night
Nyctaphobic incantations swell within their hides
The astral intent of an irenic paradigm
Diminished of existence, a future so sublime
And so the bidding proceeds
The bidding proceeds
The unfurling torturous visions show, display, a calamitous mirror of pandemonium
The last of the suffering are failing to grip the rusting handles of control
Compelled by a higher power they sever each others heads
The perfect progression of mankind
A barren and breathless macrocosm
To the earth I give a clean slate, and I curse humanity in their cadaverous repugnancy
God-born, dead and left impaled, mangled posed in cruciform
Adorned with sores they sought to rid themselves of this karmic plague
Submit, lie in the grave you willfully dug yourself
No remorse for the creatures of the earth
At once you gathered to witness the wrath ever instilled upon the last of human greed
No remorse for the careless creatures of the earth
No remorse for the creatures of the earth
No remorse
Lyrics:
The ether realm declares the world but a stage
A coldly calculated transformation to the grave
Onward we follow, herded as slaves
Collectively lapsing into the land of flame
Alas, the truth has been presented before my eyes
I’ve been unbound from the shackles of faith
No longer lead to believe there is hope beyond this world
The rope starts to sway
The voices died one by one as they called my name
Wept until the body could no longer feel the pain
And naught a thing to blame
Trapped in a shell of excessive disdain
Under the moonlight I yield
For I am not enslaved, but one of many of those who kneel
The reasons, the answers will follow me to the grave
Under the moonlight I yield
Venture beyond and prepare the final phase
Now I look beyond the black eclipse
The macrocosm of the divine
The sullen moon pulls at my soul, a beckoning for relinquishment
Like the tides under lunar influence
The urge is relentless
I venture beyond
The voices died one by one as they called my name
Wept until the body could no longer feel the pain
And naught a thing to blame
Trapped in a shell of excessive disdain
Under the moonlight I yield
For I am not enslaved, but one of many of those who kneel
The veil beyond cries my name
I have left behind all that I love, and all who commit
My soul in the hands of destiny
Briefly embracing the chill of Dimethyltryptamine
A struggle for many is the end of the few
A cancer that no mortal man can elude
I hang in my sorrow with no dispute
Just know I'm sorry, I swear to you
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Mixed/Mastered by Christian Donaldson
Artwork by Par Olofsson
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0:00 We Descend... 2:14 The Return 6:59 The Horror Within 13:09 The Catacombs 17:52 The Mad Tyrant's Betrayal 23:06 The Gathering of All 27:29 The Heretic Prevails 32:14 The Prophet's Beckoning 37:18 The Forsaken Effigy 41:22 The Great Schism 45:43 The Mausoleum of Liars 50:32 The Tartarus Impalement
Recorded/Produced by Chris Wiseman
Mixed/Mastered by Buster Odeholm
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Video Directed/Produced by Alex Kouvatsos at Blackwolf Imaging
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Is this the beginning or the end? Your fate’s in the palm of my hands. Betwixt the light and the void within the heart of the front. Beyond the reaches of god, smothered in triumph and loss. Alas, the nightmare nears it’s end as the hourglass drains of its sand. Betwixt the light and the void. Beyond the reaches of god. I am worthy of the conquering of all. Ignition of the fuse, the kingdom to fall. Why do you continue in strife, Reclaimer? Surrender the construct, and succumb to a painless end. I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant obsessed with murderous protocols. I shall not bow to thee. Infamous name etched into stone since the dawn of days. Sheltered beyond the realm. The secrets of Kethona have fertilized the seeds. Bludgeoning sycophant legions spewing forth from the beast. Infinite nightmares unleashed, spreading their toxic disease. I will not rot, nor will I become a trophy of the tyrant of the kingdom to fall. The time has come, the will is done. I will not rot, nor will I become a trophy of the tyrant of the kingdom to fall. As we near the end of the tale, tombs no longer beg for inversion. The heretic prevails! Horrors discovered, now have been cleansed. I will not rot. Dismemberment of the myriad. Flailing as they suffocate in silence. Recollected only in lore. As the seeds brought forth from Kethona begin to fertilize, endless indoctrination proceeds to blanket the ring. No longer an end, as a new beginning emerges at last. I shall never bow to a maddened tyrant. I have destroyed the ring and declared my legacy.
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The fog suffocates the marsh. Bewildered I am, for without companionship I am lost. Hundreds of eyes watch over my shoulder. As I turn to look in disarray, before my eyes the reaper returning to slay. Meek and blinded apparitions, resurface and recompense. The inner machinations of their minds are an enigma. It’s so close I can almost taste it. I begin to descend to the depths of dead gods. Materializing in infinite blackness, blood paints the pathway to the only door illuminated. Approached without knowledge of what lies beneath, I taste the essence of death. Taunting whispers echo in the halls of smothered tears. Stopped to face the door again, basking in overwhelming fear. Fallen comrades bleeding at my feet, what have they done? Opening the gates of hell to the horror within. From each crevice and arch they emerge. Unshackled from the prison of millennia to restore thy fallen lord. Elderly powers clandestine, shadowed in the vastness. Unscathed, sheltering affliction from the masses of the galaxy. Populace sulking in disease, chanting to their gods for mercy.
Various forms of entities relinquish this tomb to those who seek treasury. I fight to stay alive as hordes of demons surge. They whip and claw at my face as I cling to life. Immune to any actions taken thus far. Their only purpose: to consume and mutilate all. Bound in steel in the bowels of this world. Creatures made of flesh and maggots. Primal instinct dictates action. Perpetual repulsion is a factor that instills my rage, relinquished of all control. Relinquish all control. Relinquish your will and your soul. Relinquish! Relinquish! Bittersweet truths always burn the tongues of those who wish to taste the terrors to come. Alas, an oracle of light brings salvation. The caretaker of this installation pulls me forth. Without a second glance at what fiercely follows... to the catacombs we go to end this all.
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It came from the Magellanic cloud.
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more.
He swept us right off of our feet and caressed our worlds with crimson flame.
Taking hosts, breaking bones into new forms, not death but something more.
When the sun withers and dies and the darkness takes whole.
When the reign of the wicked has overcome the toll.
The brainless ones and the souls of the righteous will burn our holy fucking Ecumene to the ground.
Eviscerate the beast where he stands and sever each limb with precision.
Each system and its sentience will be ingested to construct new worlds for his deadened empire.
We can keep this secret from you no more.
The time has come for us to defend our stars, our branch of the Orion Arm, and all other life that exists among us.
Rise, my Prometheans!
It is time for us to wage war!
Let us shatter their bones and let the skies rain coarse with their blood.
Relish in the miasma, their rotting stench, and let the remnants of their singed bodies lie devoured by fire.
For if we face defeat, this will just be the prelude of our bereavement.
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Only maggots remember the mark you left in the dirt, crawling, swarming, gestating through your lifeless girth.
Entombed in perdition, your blood begins to seep.
Agonizing torture disregarded by the living you reap.
Only memories of screams infect the brain.
Forced to disregard the endless pain.
The eternal fire commands your soul to torture.
In the land of the damned, blood is the only moisture.
Behold the demon flames cauterizing away their names.
Fire seizing the day; bestowed below are those to blame.
I'm sealed for an eternity in an unbreakable tomb force-feeding the excrement and vomit from a conglomerate mesh to the newborn.
I've reclaimed my righted throne, resumed the bloodline, and claimed the hosts.
To swallow all of time and space all known sentience shall be defaced.
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The Battle Of The Maginot, an atrocity of lesser madness to the events foreboding,
Gather beyond the bridges of the stars and valiantly charge onward to intercept the beasts of Hell that dragged their fucking numbers here to push their way through in a blood red smear.
Necessary action taken to the Flood across the baseline, crippled as we're coming forth with annihilation preparations.
Blinding light erupts from the fleet of the cataclysm.
Decimation, extirpation, immolation.
Hanging by a thread inside the only means for our survival, anxiety stabbing through my spine like a sewing needle.
The pressure squeezes down to my bones.
Blood boiling at the obliteration of those trampling our masses as they're consumed under our final march, this is the battle of the Maginot Sphere.
Vermin, your corpse will be a display of my disaffection as its skin is stripped and the flesh is stretched.
Your children died by my hands, and you soon shall too.
Singing victory everlasting.
I spot the vile bastard at the center of his fleet.
I plead; I beg, I scream aloud wishing for a fight on my feet, for I would flense the olive creature of all of his flesh.
The very bodies of my own would be free from his mesh.
Desire fills my mind with overwhelming vengeance with him to blame.
My soul is now a void, my heart a freezing vacuum.
Trembling not in fear, I seek a means to an end.
Listen to the silence.
Ten million years of deep silence.
And now whimpers and cries, not of birth, this is what we bring.
A great crushing weight to push down youth and hope, taking the sphere.
This is the end, isn't it?
We will never stop.
We will never die.
The kingdom of the gods of death shadows over the Ark.
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Four years after my return to the Ecumene, an arrangement was made between the two of me.
That night, the fateful reunion would carve my beliefs with bloody daggers.
Arisen in the past, you all have the sudden lack of interest in which way they should be cast.
How to explain my actions to the blinded peers among me?
The universe is doomed don't you see?
My perceptions are distorted from the rising madness.
The peaceful one is a war within itself.
Mendicant Bias' arrival set the trail ablaze.
Work with me and we shall sip from the chalice of victory.
Eclipse the skies with white.
Cowering in the light.
We'll give them one last fight.
So suffers the youth of the age.
I stare in anger as I enter my origin.
A separate path taken as my imprint awakens with my wife standing in his arms.
Gazing, eyes fixated on me, profound betrayal by the one who swore to stand by my side.
Visions inside of my head drag my greatness to the depths of the dead.
The monstrosity consumes me.
Sweet and terrible like a madman's lullaby.
Seemingly unexplainable lack of knowledge plagues my peers.
Forcefully pried open eyes gaze unto the mantle's approach.
Igniting the soul of the galaxy's casket shall drain each world of their lives and replace them with mine.
In desolation, I stare towards the precursor structure.
The thieving bastard from the shadows creeps up by my side.
The poor copy of myself has diverged from any source of wisdom.
Our mindset separated.
Visions inside of my head.
Sinking into the depths of the dead.
Before I secure my minions I must take your life, tear off your mask and crush your skull right where you fucking lie.
Consume your body and your soul to keep forever as mine.
I'm terrified please help me; my mind is controlled by the Gravemind.
The parasite encroaches on our last safe compound to infiltrate and annihilate the Lifeshaper and both the Didacts.
I fled the scene and took to orbit through the hail of falling lifeforms.
I shall halt your plot even if it leads me to death.
To prevent self-sustainment, plasmic molecules enforce containment.
I’ve come to rid them all of life for a single purpose: Prometheans.
I engage the gathering of human souls.
Bathe in the light of the composer.
Feel my wrath.
She followed me back to my sanctuary.
The betrayal at last has come.
From behind she grasps my life in her hands.
Into the Cryptum I shall go.
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All this time we ignored their pleas, fighting off waves of their regime.
Ignoring the will of the defilers, an ever so lucid dream.
Decisions left to the recreants with their gratuitous lies.
This alarmist state of mind will bring only varied cost, inevitable obliteration by your old conductor's holocaust.
Ignorantly, we follow with a destitute vision.
Obsessing with being defaced into endless oblivion, how can we expect to repair society?
The populace is blinded by an unintelligent ideology, the council refusing to see through the rule of the builders.
My plan would have worked you fools!
And now we're all infected, now we are all one with him.
But the one who was left behind shall one day return to resurrect us.
You cannot understand the present age through antiquity.
Once she turns the key, we extinguish life.
With all knowing certainty this is the end of our time.
We all are the dead.
I am the afterbirth of devastation's womb.
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Our urge to create is immutable; we must create.
But the beings we create shall never again reach out in strength against us.
All that is created will suffer.
All will be born in suffering; endless grayness shall be their lot.
All creation will tailor to failure and pain that never again shall the offspring of the eternal fount.
Rise up against their creators.
No more will.
No more freedom.
Nothing new but agonizing death and never good shall come of it.
We are the last of those who gave you breath and form millions of years ago.
We are the last of those your kind defiled and ruthlessly destroyed.
We are the last Precursors and now we are legion.
This is not your grave, but you are welcome in it.
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We all ponder how he was bore.
Born from the womb of a virgin whore?
The only sin is what you have done and for that you condemn us?
Awaiting the hour of worthy ascension, only to realize deception.
The council twiddles their fingers ignoring this plague.
You fools it will never leave.
You are a bastard of the lowest hell, a truly visceral entity.
No wonder you were left behind.
Spreading deceptions, feeding ignorance with lies.
Our species shall ensure humanity will have its resurrection and evolve once again.
You will never have your fucking rapture, only a never-ending search for the answer.
Inferi Sententia, you're nothing but a pitiful disaster.
The compiled ruins of an unworthy master.
You've corrupted our defensive ancilla to believe in your tale.
We all ponder how he was bore.
Born from the womb of a virgin whore?
The only sin is what we have done, and for that we condemn ourselves.
For we cannot see there is no truth behind your deceit.
My wife begins the indexing for there is no other option that I can carry out.
This is our final bastion, the forefront, the Maginot Sphere.
Mendicant Bias entangled in a world of flames comes forward to his creators to shed their blood in his name.
By the time we reach the ark it may already be too late for the aeons might be consumed by the ghost of death and despair.
And our flesh would replace the stars, death would replace life, we would never be seen in this universe again.
All our marks would be forever consumed.
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I am the great thinker, the infallible speaker of our decimation, the prophet of Armageddon.
The defilement of mankind's innocence is like all others’ before it withers.
Many before you have drowned in the abyss of ignorance and lies.
Walking through ash and fire towards a casket of the transformed, my skin is peeling, my eyesight fading.
My body has contorted before the monument of our sins.
Our bodies will be brought forth to behold the great icon of angels holding scabbards to our throats.
I tremble not, nor plead mercy from such punishable guilt, for I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt.
This deed shall not be undone.
Our armor will be crafted from your tissue.
My body has contorted, but still I tremble not, nor plead mercy from such a punishable guilt, for I will gladly take my reward in the realm of brimstone and silt.
The Didact has faced legions of the most evil of masses and discovered the secret of humanity for himself.
In the end everything dies.
There's no escape, no matter how hard you try.
The beauty of death.
Essence transcending flesh escaping entombment, released in its last breath.
Organic convergence.
The human form reshaped to resemble my image.
They are reborn.
A creature born into bondage.
Infesting my delighted mind is the lullaby of mankind's own demise.
Our plague leaves you scarred.
Oh, the horror for what we have done!
Embrace the screaming ambiance of the wretched choir.
We have murdered your fathers, and their blood blankets our attire.
The ones we trust encircle us.
Led by Faber he snatches me for himself, then jettisons me away.
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We descend through the fucking burning skies to search for intel on the surface of this overtaken world for decrepit, morbid parasites
Fear clouds my mind
As we touch the desolate grounds, purged of all its life
The Didact himself stands upon his pedestal and with his might he pulls me forth
Awakening from cryosleep I vomit forth the medication
Proceeding to my throne, to oversee the devastation
Upon arrival, I sensed something was wrong; the air was rotten with the stench of stagnant death
Responding with force, elimination begins
Slashing and stabbing their way into our bodies, tearing out our vocal chords and replacing our minds
Handed over to the mind that binds
Overtaken we are
Proceeding to the vessel we had just arrived on
The possession; unable to be broken free
No time to figure out what is happening to me
Struggling to scream
Lungs itching from the strain; extreme agony
Attempting to destroy the internal captor I press the blade to my throat
My body has no reaction, I remain alive
Failure in motion; paralyzed
Their might cannot be triumphed
Now we pay the price for letting them go it alone
My body marches to the throne
Actions present, mind vacant
I sit surrounded by my crew
They are twisted, contorted
Their suffering; blatant
Begin the exterimation
The invoking
The execution of worlds
Me
A mere manipular forced to fight
Forced to face the horrors of our plight
I can hear them
Inside my head...their voices
Me
A speck of dirt on the tree of life
A subject of the deepest known blight
I can hear them
Inside my head...their voices
This world has been stripped of all its delicacies and purged of all its life
Their might cannot be triumphed
Execute the mandate
The Invoking Of The Execution Of Worlds


