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Proxime Mortis

by Xaoc

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1.
Terror Forge 04:00
Destructive transcendent of the how and the why A conscience stagnating throughout time Repeating, existing, existing, existing At all times, all at once The unconscious mind's machinations Useless, meandering precision A single sentience at every second of infinity A formless, abstract dance Performed through the limitless force of infinitesimal weight Contempt from a vortex of desperate humanity Becomes the living, clustering illusion of the mind Becomes the luminiferous aether Becomes this flat planet Spiraling fractals The modality of omniscience The folly of prescience A faltering conscience In this ignorant half-delirium excuses are made and accepted Hope is shattered and resuscitated over and over again Fleeting specters of recourses flash Creating the briefest of shadows through the brain's arclight
2.
Wretch 02:54
Crushed and mangled emotions and thought Pieced together and expected to differentiate and react To unrecognized colors and sounds, chemical compositions Wanting for and battery, cruelty, malice and spite Lust, anger, betrayal, rejection, elation, ferocity Veracity, euphoria Sadism The holy terror that is self-absorption Only a thin line defining it from innocent vanity The kind deities chuckle dryly at upon viewing
3.
Deadiron 02:56
A labyrinthine construct of self-sufficient automata Heaving slag snared in the clutches of sentinels and drones Ascendant engines of infinity reeking of sulfur Crushing and wrenching molten earth The exegesis of deconstruction The unfelt ecstasy of creation Fabrication, manufacture, devils in sparking cauldrons An unforgiving clockwork observes meticulous repetition The immeasurable heat The dull glow of the earth Mask the chance worship of a leaden mammon With a simple, mindless task Perpetuate perpetuity
4.
I am Flesh 03:05
I never was, yet always I am to be I am lamented, I am devoured I am virulent, timeless time Death serves me, I am flesh Manifestation in archetypical futility The dripping, the dying coalesce into flawless art Tyranny, corruption Altruism, obsession Indifference, obsolescence I consume in epic measure, infinite scope So long as life attempts to live, it will die
5.
Transubstantiation through oblong infinities Into boundless possibilities With every death I seek to feed compulsion To chase omniscience with cognitive hysteria Juste judex ultonis Donum fac rationis Ante diem remissionis* Shreds of former being sloughed off Worthless in this shifting brain Biologically obsolete Choking on the bile and maggots that once were its former thoughts Dies irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Quantus tremor est futurus Quando judex est venturus Cuncta stricte discussurus* *From Mozart's Requiem
6.
Ars Goetia 05:20
Exuded delusions, an entry to not Witness before time the flesh has tattered Becomes prey to odious winds Cast down to the wastelands this most unclean one Atone the corpses at the seventh moon's rise Make expiation with sin and banish hope to the wilds of Azazel Iniquities coil from oppression's hands clasped about the horns Thy heights remain jagged Ancient tormentor Instruct the lowly to beat steel to swords So they might make war Lead them astray Unending chaos So arise godlessness An absence engrained in those that bathe in excrement Those that find solace in the obscene To Se'irim ascribe all sin Goetia pseudomonoarchia daemonum Entrance held by the lesser key Fetid pillars shrine the place of iniquity Theurgic incantations to harness the elements Induced to thralldom, languish at the biddings The ancient tome confines rapine intentions Repugnant stench wafts with the blackstorm
7.
Hierarchy of the silenced craft The great temples to antitheory Summon up the microcosmic subsister's fervor In spewing vexatious creeds against themselves Revolting morass of unenlightened beasts Logic control of the highest order Templi omnium hominum pacis abhas Hangs scorned, diseased, wicked Makes a mockery of man Raped cognition Salacious philistine, yield the curse so all shall know Thy vengeance is mastery Subjugation learned by the lash of scourges
8.
Udug Hul 04:04
Spawn of Djedet's deity am I, so venerated Pyres heaped high to assume amorphic ubiquity Deface the names of all others who came before Their presence upon lofted chambers enrages me Remove their immortal tongues Gut the ancient world of its falseness Every gash within the stone silences another until all are forgotten My reign is eternal here, hideous copulator of incest Inseminator of heresy, horror-born progeny are the lineage of mine Through the consuming sands, sacrificial serpent Through Capricorn's gate bleeds the might of I
9.
I, Pilate 03:48
I have dwelled in shadow for two thousand years Death denied me once, I washed my hands of thee I was but a pawn left to dwell on the glories of His rising. Roam among the scum for eternity, why did He not die for me? I, Pilate Searching for your darkness hiding in the light Dolorous, the crucifixion glares at me Caesar called my name, your son bore the fame Why am I the one to blame? You revealed your plan at Gethsemane, why did you not warn me? I, Pilate rise! Now it is my time All your children come to me They will see your lies Watch your glory atrophy Iโ€™ll lead them astray Billions turn away from you They will watch you die As I watched at Calvary I have bellowed forth the call to sinfulness Eagerly the sheep begin to flock to me Soon it will begin, a rebellion against the holy charlatan Across the battlefield just the Holy See to defend The Trinity I, Pilate Necromancer raise him up, your child, the king I will send him down into the depths again Free will turns the tide, mankind by my side to commit the deicide I, your bastard son for oblivion, Father I am coming home I, Pilate Holy Father, the Prodigal is at your door You left me for the carrion, Iโ€™ve returned with the sword If youโ€™d granted absolution then I would have known your face But because you have forgotten me I have brought about the end

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Davis Mullen - Vocals
Tony Petrocelly - Guitar, Bass
J. Alexander - Lead Guitar
Giulio Galati - Drums


Engineered, mixed and mastered by Tony Petrocelly
Jan - Feb 2022 at Trepan Studios, Woodbridge, VA

Drums recorded by Stefano Morabito at 16th Cellar Studio, Rome

All Music written by Tony Petrocelly
Except 'I, Pilate' by Dead Syndicate
Lyrics for tracks 1-5 by Tony Petrocelly
Lyrics for tracks 6-8 by Dave Schmidt
Lyrics for 'I, Pilate' by Dead Syndicate

Lead guitar on 'Udug Hul' by Patrick Bonvin
Vocals on 'I, Pilate' by Donny Doss

Artwork by Kishor Haulenbeek
Layout by Tony Petrocelly

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released April 10, 2022

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