martes, 1 de febrero de 2011
Mythos & Music: Acrybia
Acrybia http://www.myspace.com/acrybia
This is a soundtrack to the independent horror movie of Patryk Jurek - Atria Mortis (Rigor Mortis 2). The music was awarded on Second Festival of Independent Films “Drzwi” in Gliwice. Soundtrack is strictlly limited.
Atria Mortis (Rigor Mortis 2) Soundtrack (2008 LP)
| 1. | Smells Like Pulse | ||
| 2. | Call of Hunger | ||
| 3. | Doom of the Dead | ||
| 4. | In Silence We Trust | ||
| 5. | Pato Theme | ||
| 6. | Hungry | ||
| 7. | Meet, Meat, Eat | ||
| 8. | There is Skeleton in a Closet | ||
| 9. | Atria Mortis Main Theme (U R Dead) | ||
| 10. | Istnieję Tu, Pośród Szaleńców | ||
| 11. | Godly Hatred | ||
| 12. | Arkham’s Supernatural Horror |
Zebulon Kosted / Acrybia (2009 split)
| Zebulon Kosted | |||
| 1. | Rise Conquer and Destroy | ||
| Acrybia | |||
| 2. | Pro-Creation | ||
| 3. | Jesus Is Dead | ||
| 4. | Nyarlathotep | ||
| 5. | Ia D’at | ||
| 6. | Digital God of Disaster | ||
| 7. | ESV | ||
| 8. | Post-Creation (Third Omen) | ||
Mythos & Music: Acrimonium
Acrimonium
Acrimonium (1992 demo)
| 1. | Hymn to the Ancient Ones | ||
| 2. | Angiopathy of the Soul |
Mythos & Music: Acid Witch
Acid Witch http://www.myspace.com/acidwitch
Witch House (2009 EP)
| 1. | Witch House | ||
| 2. | Worship The Worm |
1. Witch House
This house is cursed
My dreams have died
Replaced with somnabulism
And infanticide
The sealed loft above my room
From wence the impending horror looms
The violet light that heralds slumber
The portal cast th rough angled lumber
Walpurgis revels - hallow''s night
The beldame leads the DEMONIC RITES!
and I am cursed, and ive gone mad
For I am deaf...AND I AM DEAD!
The chittering speech of her rat familiar
Fills my walking hours with cold dark shivers
Nights drift by in vague abysses
Cylopean monoliths and glowing prisms
My dreams have died
Replaced with somnabulism
And infanticide
The sealed loft above my room
From wence the impending horror looms
The violet light that heralds slumber
The portal cast th rough angled lumber
Walpurgis revels - hallow''s night
The beldame leads the DEMONIC RITES!
and I am cursed, and ive gone mad
For I am deaf...AND I AM DEAD!
The chittering speech of her rat familiar
Fills my walking hours with cold dark shivers
Nights drift by in vague abysses
Cylopean monoliths and glowing prisms
Stoned (2011 LP)
| 1. | Satanic Faith | ||
| 2. | Witchfynder Finder | ||
| 3. | Trick or Treat | ||
| 4. | Thundering Hooves | ||
| 5. | Live Forever | ||
| 6. | Whispers in the Dark | ||
| 7. | If Hell Exists | ||
| 8. | Stoned to the Grave | ||
| 9. | Metal Movie Marijuana Massacre Meltdown | ||
| 10. | Sabbath of the Undead |
Shunned out in the street, like a horrid wretched dog
Townsfolk castigate you, say your hair is far too long
Denim and black leather shroud you, shining with such filth
To deflect the stones they fling at you, their glances set to kill
Metal, punk, comic books, and horror vhs
Nothing else to live for so you might as well obsess
Discovering books of power on the arcane and occult
Eating psilocybin leaves you feeling quite possessed
Those bastards quote the bible, to tell you how to live
You read the Book of Eibon and the Necronomicon
Tired of being treated like a leper and pariah
and in those books of power you find a new messiah
You read a sordid tale about the wicked blood queen master
The words on yellowed paper make your heart pump a little faster
She was said to haunt the hills of the land which you were born
A bent and haggard crone, defiled and thus deformed
She'd lure away the towns children, through the woods, into the cave
Preserve them in the swamps in their shallow water graves
Adepts and fools who sought her, she'd drug and make her slaves
and curse the pregnant woman with foul rodent babes
Her woeful tale stirs your heart, and strikes a chord of doom
Her sigils and her spells make perfect sense to you
Reading on you learn about her sad and lonely fate
Hunted by the townsfolk- to this you can relate
They tied her to the stake and they stoned her with large rocks
Watched her in her misery, they all did point and mock
And so she met her end, the psychedelic bitch
The foul foetid beldame, the horrific Acid Witch
She was stoned... to the grave!
So now alone within your room, a shadow stirs and looms
Your turntable's spinning backwards, the needles grinding through the grooves
A malignant cackle echoes, from the speakers vomit spews
Load the bong, spark the flame, inhaling of the fumes
The ceiling starts to bend and warp, it smells of unearthed tomb
Violet light envelops everything, the trip begins for you
You are stoned....to the grave!
Townsfolk castigate you, say your hair is far too long
Denim and black leather shroud you, shining with such filth
To deflect the stones they fling at you, their glances set to kill
Metal, punk, comic books, and horror vhs
Nothing else to live for so you might as well obsess
Discovering books of power on the arcane and occult
Eating psilocybin leaves you feeling quite possessed
Those bastards quote the bible, to tell you how to live
You read the Book of Eibon and the Necronomicon
Tired of being treated like a leper and pariah
and in those books of power you find a new messiah
You read a sordid tale about the wicked blood queen master
The words on yellowed paper make your heart pump a little faster
She was said to haunt the hills of the land which you were born
A bent and haggard crone, defiled and thus deformed
She'd lure away the towns children, through the woods, into the cave
Preserve them in the swamps in their shallow water graves
Adepts and fools who sought her, she'd drug and make her slaves
and curse the pregnant woman with foul rodent babes
Her woeful tale stirs your heart, and strikes a chord of doom
Her sigils and her spells make perfect sense to you
Reading on you learn about her sad and lonely fate
Hunted by the townsfolk- to this you can relate
They tied her to the stake and they stoned her with large rocks
Watched her in her misery, they all did point and mock
And so she met her end, the psychedelic bitch
The foul foetid beldame, the horrific Acid Witch
She was stoned... to the grave!
So now alone within your room, a shadow stirs and looms
Your turntable's spinning backwards, the needles grinding through the grooves
A malignant cackle echoes, from the speakers vomit spews
Load the bong, spark the flame, inhaling of the fumes
The ceiling starts to bend and warp, it smells of unearthed tomb
Violet light envelops everything, the trip begins for you
You are stoned....to the grave!
Mythos & Music: And Hell Followed
And Hell Followed http://www.myspace.com/andhellfollowedmetal
Empire of Ash (2006 LP)
The Beast in the Flesh (2010 EP)
Empire of Ash (2006 LP)
| 1. | War on Heaven | ||
| 2. | Bathe in Blood | ||
| 3. | Empire of Ash | ||
| 4. | The Great Old Ones | ||
| 5. | Darkness | ||
| 6. | Crown of Liars | ||
| 7. | I Am Legend | ||
| 8. | Eye for an Eye | ||
| 9. | Twilight of the Gods |
The Beast in the Flesh (2010 EP)
| 1. | Father of Lies | ||
| 2. | I Am the Goat | ||
| 3. | Cult of One | ||
| 4. | Behold the Twilight | ||
| 5. | What Dwells Within | ||
| 6. | Belly of the Beast |
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