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Eschaton

by Aeterna

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1.
Fluxus 04:38
Dismay, how long till you break. Miasma, break the will. Purge the world of bourgeois sickness, "intellectual", commercialized culture. Breeding the weak, pest of the mind. See no, hear no, speak no sense. Bane of the thinking mind. Infecting by nature. Breathe, feel, see. Entropic thinking in our collective subconscious. Destruction comes from within. Bombs burst in air, god bless the nation, Behold the hive mind. Crack. Break. Wither. Die.
2.
Domain 05:02
Ferried along Acheron, through Necromanteion. In the realm of Hades, wails of tortured souls. Promised everything, life as toll. Wrathful war cries, from the stygian deep. Bathed in Phlegethon, the howling maelstrom, boiled in blood. Ignorant bliss of Lethe welcomes me with open arms. Blanks my mind and leaves an empty mindless drone. Trails down to Tartarus, haunting my mind. The place of the wicked, calling my name. Light fading, at the inner reach. Through four, one stands left. Long and narrow lightless path up to the dreaded last stand of the realm of the dead. Lo, there lies Kokytos, devil in the flesh, eternal damnation. Domine tecum. Beate Deus, praesidi. In aeternum patientem.
3.
Don't fret, don't fear. Don't worry, just fall in line. Safe, safe. Trust the hand that feeds. In the comfort of our delusion. Blindly follow, I obey. Tear the wall down, between I and the rest. Cut the cord, hang the faceless suit. Bring fire to the foundation. Watch it die. There is no authority but yourself. There is no higher power. Don't fret, don't fear. Don't worry, just fall in line. Safe, safe. Trust the hand that feeds. In the comfort of our delusion. Blind I've been, oppressed no more. As the wall breaks, a new world ascends. Cut the cord, hang the faceless suit. Bring fire to the foundation. Watch it die. The time is now, rise, take action.
4.
Domain II 04:37
Feared for my sins, a threat to the gods. From upon their unstable throne, cast thy into darkness. As the dead stares pierce through my soul. The black sun burning my eyes. Omnipotent, crack the earth. Resist the end. In the eyes of Tartarus is a breeding web of nothingness, lost in all it's beauty of absence. Spill forth all the figments of the end, see the last days of that which has never been. As the dead stares pierce through my soul. The black sun burning my eyes. Omnipotent, no more. Weeps blood and dies. Eigi leið þú oss í freistni, heldur frelsa oss frá illu. Því að þitt er ríkið, mátturinn og dýrðin að eilífu. Amen.
5.
Visions of impending bloodshed, foretold to deaf ears. Gorgon casts his vision, on ill-starred races. As the Earth weeps blood and those once one now split apart. The fabric of moral righteousness is torn to shreds. God turns his back on this failure. Signals from the Demon Star, Gorgon piles corpses. ----- ----- ----- Gorgon casts his vision, on ill-starred races. ------ ------ ------ Dauði, sverðaglamur. Hatur vellur úr jörðu. Munu spádómar stjörnunnar standa, mannkyn knésetja. Fall okkar skrifað í geima, völvan sér í nánd enda.
6.
Subconcious need to feel the elegant degradation of your inner machine. Feel the poison flowing through your veins, enslaved to your own mortal desires. Embracing death, avoiding your mortal coil. Leaving this vessel, for the eternal sleep. Feel the aether, boring into your soul. Soon you'll be gone, and all that remains, is your faulty, broken shell, rotting, decomposing. Obliteration of I. Subconcious need to feel the elegant degradation of your inner machine. Ego. Feel the aether, boring into your soul. Soon you'll be gone, and all that remains, is your faulty, broken shell, rotting, decomposing. Obliteration of I. Realm of the sleep, I enter. Time and logic unravel. Your own soul in the center. Chaos is the reins and saddle. Subconcious need to feel the elegant degradation of your inner machine.
7.
Clarity 05:57
Time, irrelevant. Lost, obscured. First and last. Now, forever. Laws grind to halt. Mind perplexed. The omnipotent, the infinite. All bound, to the will of the singularity. Pitch black deep, past the event horizon. World stops, infinitesimal resting place. Chaos comes full circle. Laws grind to halt. Mind perplexed. The omnipotent, the infinite. Time, irrelevant. Lost, obscured. First and last. Now, forever. World stops, past the event horizon. Gods law, blood pours out. I see the true form. I feel true nature. I hear the true voice. I think unrestrained.
8.
Opus Dei 04:17
Ab initio mundi, donec tempus finiet. Alea iacta est, adversus solem ne loquitor. Auctoritas divina; dum asinus asinum fricat, Ego mortis. Ecce dies irae. Ex solem, in umbra. De opresso liber, dis aliter visum. Oleum camino, non plus ultra. Fiat voluntas Dei hora mortis. Igne mundi renovatur integra. Chao in imperio, in articulo mortis. Mala tempora currunt, media vita in morte sumus. Ex solem, in umbra. Omnia mutantur, omnia interit, omnibus idem, Ecce Opus Dei.
9.
Þegar á dag okkar líður, við rotnandi grunn hins ósnertanlega. Þið eruð öll blind fyrir stjaka sem rekinn er í hjarta alls þess sem er. Starir hún niður, visnuð og sviðin. Hjálparþurfi, réttið út hönd, hrækt er í andlit og bent ykkur burtu. Beygð undir skepnu sem neitar að deyja. Vaknaðu. Finndu þefinn af því sem þú mokar. Sjáðu eigandann sem þrælar úr þér allt líf. Þú fæðist, ert merktur, til drottnarans seldur. Rógur um frelsi berð með þér allt líf. Það er ekki nóg að kvarta og kveina, lýsa yfir ósætti og bölva og meina. Breytingin kemur ekki að innan, krossfestum alvaldið, brennum það mein. Hún liggur yfir öllu sem ský, hégómafullir, styðja hana blint á ný. Jakkafatakakkalakkar, hengjum þá alla. Of seint gæti verið að breyta okkar stefnu, of seint gæti verið að rétta úr stofni. Ekkert er gert nema á síðustu stundu, ekkert þið lærið af reynslunni. Nálykt rekur frá sjálfstæðum vilja. Frelsi einstaklingsins andvana fæðist. Heilaþvegni skítalýður, stýrið sökkvandi skipi í land. Við erum bara skepnur. Sprottin úr jörðinni, eins og allt annað. Við erum ekki betri en restin, með tímanum hverfum, eins og allt annað. Plágan sem kölluð er mannkyn, egósentrísk sníkjudýr. Fyrir allt það sem gott er, þau þurfa að hverfa. Dauði þeirra kemur að innan. Eins og skepnan deyr, deyjum við. Eins og skepnan deyr, deyjum við. Eins og skepnan deyr. Eins og skepnan deyr, deyjum við. Eins og skepnan deyr, deyjum við. Eins og skepnan deyr.

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Magni Freyr : Guitars
Elvar : Guitars
Samúel Örn : Bass
Örvar Ingi : Vocals
Hjalti Þór : Drums


Recording and Mixing by Kristján Haraldsson @ Studio Hljómur
Mastering by Chemon Velazquez @ Prophecy Mastering
Album Cover by Kristján Frímann Kristjánsson

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released September 7, 2014

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