Mythos & Music: Amoricide

Amoricide         http://www.myspace.com/amoricidethrash 

Storm of Violence (2011 LP)

1. Slasher
2. Metalmorphosis
3. Cesspool
4. Amoricide
5. Row of Caskets
6. Eye of the Storm
7. Left for Dead
8. Unspeakable
9. Linguistic Rapists
10. Descendants of Ashes
11. The Order of Dagon

11. The Order of Dagon

Welcome to the home of the blackest hell
A decrepit old town with a rotten smell
The fish always bite but the rain won't cease
Just make the sacrifice and stay away from Devil Reef
The people are possessed by a blight obscene
As time passes by they speak by only gurgling
When the gills have grown and it's time to move on
Return to Mother Hydra and the Father Dagon

Secrecy, loyalty, breeding insanity
Loathsome, unwholesome, proliferate the Innsmouth Look

The unblinking eyes and their roughly skinned necks
Now cause my skin to crawl and my mind to be vexed
The only sanity comes from the drunkard of the town
He tells me of dark rituals and citizens' crown
Later on that evening as I try to fall asleep
I am petrified to realize someone's after me
Busting through the doors, jumping to the streets below
Descend into unknown horror none should ever know

The Order of Dagon, Innsmouth's blasphemy
Perverted grace, follow the deep ones

Greyish green color, their stomachs, the palest white
Staring, emotionless faces, unflinching eyes
Croaking and moaning their voices, so horrible
Hateful, this vision, these creatures deplorable
Ghoulish, unnerving, this evil without restraint
Torment, of terror, my senses begin to fade

The Order of Dagon, Innsmouth's monstrosities
Abhorrent grace, return to the sea

As I awaken nearly at the end of night
There is no one else around but that doesn't ease my fright
The cobblestone streets are decaying like the air
I'm finally escaping from depravity's lair
Authority won't realize what I've said is true
Locking me away forever, if they only knew
Alone I wait in asylum, madness taking hold
I can find my last salvation hanging from a rope

Atrocious, odius, malignant absurdity
Lunacy, lucidity, I see the Deep Ones in my dreams

Mythos & Music: Apocryphal

Apocryphal (Fra)   http://www.myspace.com/apocryphaltheband 

From Depths (1995 demo)

1.	Stella (Intro)
2.	From Depths
3.	Pandemonium
4.	Hedone
5.	The Reveling Dreams
6.	The Offering

2. From Depths

Remember the first eons
Oceans overlayed the earth
Origin of all, world of darkness
Abyss of horror from depths

The cosmic horror is sleeping under the surface
Degenerate cult remember of his sleep
The are waiting for the stars to be at the right place
A vodoum night under the moonlight
Celebrations of the deep ones!

Dead, under the oceans
Waiting, peuplant vos reves
DAGON, de profondis profonde
R'LEGH, dwelling from depths
CTHULU, IA PH'NGLUI R'LEYH (bis) 

Mythos & Music: Aldebaran

Aldebaran (USA)
Pleasures of War (2004 single)

1.	Pleasures Of War
2.	Astoroth

2. Astoroth

 

deep ones will never be destroyed,
horror seems beckoming
splendors await below, dive into black abyss
let yourself go
i am the astoroth, i'll send you to dagon
children should not survive, i'll have your soul
i'll take control.... hollowmass supersun
i'm not the chosen one
inhuman whispering, left to die
in the sea, i'll have your soul
i'll take control....

 

Dwellers in Twilight (2007 LP)

1.	Beasts At The Throne
2.	Pilars Of Geph
3.	Sightless And Silent Into Blackened Gulphs

 

 

1. Beasts At The Throne

 

Lord of the great blackened abyss
From the dreamlands descends
Wields the blade of true knowledge
Summons from sleep impending war
Death like slumber of regions cold
Emissaries of darkness journey fourth
Sounds of wings on poison winds
Conquering the world of human waste

 

2. Pilars Of Geph

Crippled by this vision
Two monuments of stone
Encrypted with incantations
Against those who use black magic... in war
For eons and timeless bodies
Hails religious rights of the church... of lies
Only to be crushed in clenching fist... that is war
Those who have been bred to follow
Reek of carrion and human prey
Old ones who hold no blessing
Destroy the ones who built the shrine
Beaten back with sword swept beauty
Bloody flail of flesh,,, and pain
Two monuments of worship
Creates the war that mourns the world

In an attempt to destroy my mind
Soldiers led to their doom
To a death from death
Crepitating from the sea
Begin to fulfil the last wish of a king
Who failed and lied and beguiled us all
On a quest for stillborn truth
For the destruction of humankind

Pillars that have survived to this day return from the deep
Black blood turns to dust all life has been removed
Traversing cosmic winds on wings of ancient kind

Transcend the abyss
Shadows in the dark
Your brain cannot conceive
These horrors are most bizarre the sighs and spectacles
Beast that have no form beyond the human mind
Pillars that guard the gate let loose the elder guides

Transcending the abyss
Descending from darkened space
To worship corpse fed earth
Shadows in the dark

Tentacles swarm... black with age
Loathsome mass.... seethe with hate
Eclipsing the light... to suffocate
Slumber engulfs... eternity

3. Sightless And Silent Into Blackened Gulphs

Abound in cosmic chaos harsh astral winds blow
A searing cold and scorching heat the night and day to bring
Indication of the coming horde usurpers to the throne
These winds moan and scream stretching across the cursed years
A sepulchral echo falls deaf on mankind
When they shudder and fall a funeral silence rings
Through labyrinth we crawl frantically searching
Awakened by visions of grand obsidian scapes

Cannot be defined with features unknown
Eyes of black from years of ancient wars
Bestowed the earth to rest a king
Dethrone the earth kill everything

A motionless descent sightless and silent into blackened gulphs
Veiled in shadow with the sands of time
The elder race calmly sits and awaits the malefic sign
Earth inverts rotation opens the elder eye
Under a waning moon elder flora glow
Reason begins to corrode eating away at sanity
The sustenance decays while poison decapitates the sky
This madness of magnificent cities

They are coming to find you
Remove the life from your flesh
Ancient rites have bestowed them
Reward them in the kingdom of death

Cities in ruin burnt to ash
Being sent from the future
Cyclopean cities of war
These terrors bloom and multiply
Like sheets of flame they have risen
Two monuments of stone
The pillars cannot be broken
Until the end of time

 

 

From Forgotten Tombs (2008 best of/compilation)

1.	Pleasures Of War
2.	Astoroth
3.	They Bend The Trees And Crush The Cities
4.	The Obscene
5.	Aldebaran Red
6.	Tower Of Famine
7.	The Ghoul (Pentagram cover)

Buried Beneath Aeons( 2011 EP)

1. Buried Beneath Aeons

Mythos & Music: Aarni

Aarni  http://www.myspace.com/aarni

Demo 2001

2. The Black Keyes (Of R'lyeh)

 

Five hundred years has gone since I summoned thee, I learnt all thy lore and made everyone worship me.

The Picatrix of Dee, which thou didst give to me, made me grow tentacles and helped me conquer eternity.

*

The Black Keyes of R'lyeh and Cthulhu arise, bring about your glory and our imminent demise,

The Black Keyes of yore rising from the sea, give me true power as promised by Johnny Dee!

*

Now thou art dead, yet I live forevermore. I became the shoggoth-master and Deep Ones hold me in awe.

"Alterius non sit qui suus esse potest", Paracelsus stands by my side because I resurrected him.

*

The Black Keyes of R'lyeh and Cthulhu arise, bring about your glory and our imminent demise,

The Black Keyes of yore rising from the sea, give me true power as promised by Johnny Dee!

*

"O spiritus Itnaal et Cthulhu! Accipite sacrificium ut nihil contra me et contra clavem nigrem valeat sera ubi ista clavis ponetur."

*

The Black Keyes of R'lyeh and Cthulhu arise!

*

"Alterius non sit qui suus esse potest".

4. Persona Mortuae Cutis (orig. "Dead Skin Mask" by Slayer)

 

'Yog-Sothoth est clavis portaque'

Cum primis digitis cutem mulceo; bladus carnis mortuae frigidaeque mihi placet
Imagines provocatives, fili delicati, odos placitus in face Lunae

Salta cum mortuis in mei somnis, aures praebe clamoribus cavatis
Mortui animam meam ceperunt; temptamen curam perdiderunt

Risus simplices lumina psychotica eludant, amitte totam curam animae
Ratio de-clinat, lumina vociva creationes capiunt

Salta cum mortuis in mei somnis, aures praebe clamoribus cavatis
Mortui animam meam ceperunt; temptamen curam perdiderunt

Cum primis digitis cutem mulceo; bladus carnis mortuae caldae rationes pacificat
Membri incisi me ornant, cutem ante me adulor

Salta cum mortuis in mei somnis, aures praebe clamoribus cavatis
Mortui animam meam ceperunt; temptamen curam perdiderunt

Salta!

'Yog-Sothoth est clavis portaque'.


Aarni / Umbra Nihil (2002 split)

1. Ubbo-Sathla

"...For Ubbo-Sathla is the source and the end. Before the coming of
Zhothaqquah or Yok-Zothoth or Kthulhut from the stars, Ubbo-Sathla dwelt in
the steaming fens of the newmade Earth: a mass without head or members,
spawning the grey, formless efts of the prime and the grisly prototypes of
terrene life... And all earthly life, it is told, shall go back at last
through the great circle of time to Ubbo-Sathla." - The Book of Eibon

5. Reaching Azathoth

Iä Azathoth.

"That last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and
bubbles at the center of all infinity - the boundless daemon sultan
Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in
inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening
beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes." -
H.P. Lovecraft

Duumipeikon Paluu (2002 demo)

5. Reaching Azathoth

Tohcoth (2008 LP)

1. Coniuratio Sadoquae

 

To you, Great Unnamable
The sign of the Black Stars
and the Sigil of toad-shaped Tsathoggua

The summit of knowledge is to know nothing
and the reward of sin is life

Thus we travel to the stars

3. Riding Down The Miskatonic On A Dead Thing

Omnimantia (2008 EP)

03. This is Not a Mask

 We seek the face behind the masks of existence and non-existence
Yet, behind the innermost mask, we find stark emptiness.

Yet...this is not a mask

In this masquerade we wear masks over our masks
Yet, behind the innermost mask, we find stark emptiness.

Yet...this is not a mask

The King In Yellow in us asks:
"Can you see the masquerade for the masks?"

Yet...this is not a mask
You are now free

 

 

07. Lovecraft Knew

 

Every man is an island, an island of ignorance; it was not meant that we should voyage far. Islands of ignorance...

We are a mere horde of apes (bunch of simian fucks) and it was not meant that we should voyage far; our emptiness screams at the very stars.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones

Frosty from the interstellar void undescribable presences loom overhead; liberated mankind fucking and killing in mirth.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones

Their titanic masses tip our planet's axis; cyclopean storms and monstrous waves come crashing.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones

At last tectonic convulsions mark the end of terrene life.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones