From the cradle of man
to The Redeemer’s crest
Afford unto this assemblage
The Mandate of Canaan
Decorate unto these nobiles
the charm to rule without impedance
Rex non potest peccare (the king is never wrong)
Every man to his lord, every lord to his eminence
The crown resists
the mock,
the bastard,
feigned eidolon and assume our place above the soiled masses
The crown resists, the crown resists, the crown resists
From the cradle of man To Abaddon
We call for parousia
Our sovereign tongues Our artifice
Claim impunity
Renounce, apostate
Their prophet, spirit, saint
Yield to the regency
For what is a Sun but chicanery?
We, heads of kingdom,
Of clover
Know not what we procure
Our worth, our class, our divining
Moored in the womb of mortality
We shall birth the unborn horizon
Too long without price These terrains
Too loose are the binds On these villeins
Death for debt
Befouled in the Frith
Somer comes
To few deserved
Demarcate, reclaim
Levereter, salvage these agrarian gifts
Levereter, redeem our rule
Back from the dirt
Back from the serf
Back from ruin
Back from purgatory
Levereter,
Salvage these agrarian gifts
Demagogue, ignite the blaze
Wellborn, Cremate the kin
Their time, finite
Descendants purged
Our paths alight
Exile, abate, abate
To ending,
to beginning
To ruin,
To adma
Steel for stone
Our blood
Our rite
They shall atone
You, the subordinate, the prurient cherub, deserve not this land but what is all and nothing, the encumbered grounds of which you blot. You, unwelcome, undeserved, shall be consumed by the saccharine spores of ending in the great mouth of Lethe, and return whence to the mother root, the eternal seed.
Arise again as bramble and weed and thorn.
As hemlock and crocus and oleander.
You, bascilus, you exist upon the decree of the megacosm, inhale upon our exhale, awake to new dawns upon our benevolence,
And will accept martyrdom,
You, unworthy, unforgiven, unwelcome, undeserved, you will suffer the amaranthine pain of blight, the felling of every maple, ash, beech, hackberry, chestnut, and pine.
The hapless sapping of the heartwood.
The Fire of Fires,
The glorious excess of pulmonary edema
The Flood of Floods,
The expiration of life.
AEIR is a narrative-driven progressive sludge metal collective based in the UK and the US; featuring current and ex-members of Light Bearer, Momentum, and Basement.
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020
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Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta