Cursus Impasse: The Pendlomic Vows

by HOWLS OF EBB

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Within a very short period of time, Howls Of Ebb have spawned a creative surge of ominous might. Under the sign of I, Voidhanger Records, came 2014's debut “Vigils of the 3rd Eye” LP, and the wide brave expanse of 2015's “The Marrow Veil” MLP. These transcendental relics have surely left no doubts: this, in true form, is an incorporeal fetid and morbid darkness; yet, left to burn a long and wicked light.

And now, with immense pride and fortune, we introduce “Cursus Impasse: The Pendlomic Vows” LP! We welcome you to inhale this horrifying drug while gazing upon the visionary painting by Italian master Agostino Arrivabene. Sully your minds by attempting to explain what the sounds of The Sour Bogs of Mars spilling upon vapid flesh is like; or perhaps, wondering if its possible to explain the sound of psychic cadence bombing your deep synapse?

For Howls Of Ebb's “Cursus Impasse: The Pendlomic Vows” is one more step beyond “Vigils of the 3rd Eye” and “The Marrow Veil”--it is a master pendulum of transgressive osmotic reign! All Hail!

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released April 15, 2016

The limbonic hymnists of HoB are Zee-Luuuvft-Huund (vibrations, low auras, polysyllabic morbid mysticisms) and Roteen' Blisssss (cadence of limp and duress, bronze aura)

Music & lyrics - ZLH
Final arrangements - HoB

Recorded, mixed and produced at Bell Collars Bizarre
Mastered at Mike Wells Mastering

Cover art: "Theoin II" by Agostino Arrivabene

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Vinyl version out later via NWN! Prod.

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Track Name: The 6th Octopul'th Grin
Shades of grey and bending blur cold
Expand the inner walls of dark
Funneling ripples of shine
Alas, spirit consciousness, we Hark!
4th ripples upon the gate of 5
It creaks transient canons
Blowing phantom horn
A true g0lden shape, molden!

Mortal hubris of 3, never to 6
Harnessed forever not?
Tangibles to imperceptible vibration
Forever the physical lock
Tactile Transmuting genesis
Begets to higher dimensional fruition
Physicals subjugate to physical realms
Yet higher mind ripples its own volition

Oh 6th Mother, your clarity clouds
I will eternally bide my time
Swaying in planes of resuscitation devout
Ripe ink ripples its sign
Octopul’th grimace and grin conceit
Flail to understand the mind
Cunning Creature of Non
Tentacular invisible mother divine!

Higher vitalities from 5th run virally like fate
Returning new Aura Virility upon 3rd and lesser gates
Yet zeal of 5, how does it break the
6th Dimensional Lock?
What constitutes proper prowess
To enter the Ether of Not?

Like a black cloud of ink
A Serum of suspension
Spiting with black grin
As it sees returning 5th & 4th genesis transmissions

Mortal hubris of 3, never to 6
Harnessed forever not?
Tangibles to imperceptible vibration
Forever the physical lock
Tactile transmuting genesis
Begets to higher dimensional fruition
Physicals subjugate to physical realms
Yet higher mind ripples its own volition

Oh 6th Mother, your clarity clouds
I will bide my time
Swaying in planes of resuscitation devout
Ripe ink ripples its sign
Octopul’th grin to grimace conceit
Flail to understand, stifle the mind
Cunning creature of not and non
Tentacular invisible mother I hate you destroy me divine!
Track Name: Cabals of Molder
Sons of Onan
Apocryphra Philistines
Heed Thy Exemplars
Inchoate Hives

Lay Down to Molder

Oh naive young disciples of blur
Dripping fetid oils of dawns dew
Passing eye like dots blown askew
Welcome My…
Rot through my hands
Blow like jaden dust askew
Welcome My Sweets

Lay Down to Molder

The one true adventure
Take the path that leads to the one insight
Walk with me to the top
The Cabal your guide
Yes, it’s dark
A putrid demise
Have faith my child
Step forward

Step forward my child
Step forward my sweets
Step forward my child
Welcome my sweets

Sons of Onan
Apocryphra Philistines
Heed thy Exemplars
Take my Hand!
Track Name: Maat Mons' Fume
Let the strobing obsidian hole
Invite that escapes within
For inside this magnanimous magma
Lies a dear and close red veil that disorients all men
Thin-skinned traitors amongst our kind
Our gladly lead into these precarious red mines
Ah, yes, this plenum shall swallow up
the deepest, weakest and foulest of us

Thin-skinned traitors amongst our kind…
Enter Our Mines
Ah, Yes, up…
The Deepest weakest and foulest of us

Fetid foul upon Sullied Jowls
Endlessly propagate!
We send gifts from afar
Now, Giant Red Tomb Agitate!

Delivery Transcend:
We whiff the claustrophobic smoke
Grandiosity perfumes:
We blend with putrid & looming fumes

Of heinous edges that ensnare so sharp
With Encrusted loins of venom scattered askew
Ye! A ripe mine
A most nefarious assuming Tomb

Of heinous edges that ensnare so sharp
With Encrusted loins of venom scattered askew
Ye! A ripe mine
This is our Maat Mons’ Tomb

Wretched fellows:
We guide to the despicable & malodorous tomb
Track Name: 7 Ascetic Cinders, 8 Dowries of gA'nOm
Denial Rites!
Vestigial Visage remains
With 7 Cinders ablaze
Physical forfeiture shall
Beckon the 8 Dowry Way

With 7 cinders ablaze
We Beckon the 8 Dowry Way

I. Mastery of Skin Ω: The Dervish Cleanse
II. Consummation of Desire Ω: The Ascetic Fire
III. Prowess of Pain Ω: The Austere Reign
IV. Destruction of Axiom Ω: The Disciples Maxim
V. Ascendancy of Stasis Ω: The Cowls Dark Oasis
VI. Triumph over Might Ω: The true Spartan fight
VII. Conquest of Lust Ω: A Puritanical Must
VIII. Relinquishment of Yearn Ω: An Abstemious Burn

Depriving depravity
A strobing irony in the loom
Seeking billows of cataclysm
Flickering the beguiling paths of doom
Shadows strafing in billows of light
For true vision to take shape
One must practice the Denial Rites!
Track Name: Subliminal Lock - A Precursor To Vengeance
Seemingly eternal flickering burn
Jesting hypnotic hues of blue
For this fallacious light always remains bright?
I slip in the eternal bloom deep in the womb
The Last Flame writhing in light

Dark morbid Zen
Strobes of trance seduce all in plight
Be it faith, sorrow, riches or might
The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit
Help my morbid Zen
Illusory sub-Gnosis takes deeper root
Fleshly cowls crawl deep in the soot
The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit
Come my Morbid Zen

Our Morbid Zen

Rattling substrata senses, they yearn
So trans-dimensional vibrations burn
Let it be undone
Let it lose its glow
Beat my head to submission till it darkens the glow
May I see nothing so

Seemingly eternal flickering hue
Jesting hypnotic hues of blue
The Last flame writhing in light
Rippling translucent womb

Subliminal precursor to know
Forever the 6th’s tones vast flow
The Last Sound vibrating below
We turn our transcendence away

Come Dark Morbid Zen!
Strobes of trance seduce all in plight
Be it faith, sorrow, riches or might
The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit
Come Dark Morbid Zen!
Illusory sub-Gnosis takes deeper root
Fleshly cowls crawl deep in the soot
The wick is raised, eyes in pursuit
Come Dark Morbid Zen!

We turn our transcendence away
Track Name: The Apocryphalic Wick
There in hypnotic…
Reckoning hypnotic hues of the womb
When will thou lose its light?
For this fallacious light always remains bright?

Dark Morbid Zen
Be my own friend
Ye, truth of no truth
Dark Morbid Inn
In Light of all dark
Dark of all light
My only Inn
Dichotomy is guile
Shared trait is trite
Dark Morbid Zen Inn

Dark Morbid Zen
Be my submission

Laughing
Rattle stones
Apocryphalic Wick
Artifice of truth
Extinguish you and your doom
Apocryphalic light
Artifice of light
Artifice of might
Beguiler of that is
Fooled countless bound
Nectar of light
Black Salts high
Translucent womb
Essence of blank
Deep in the tomb
Aeon Reflections
& Riddled looms
Apocryphalic Wick
Artifice of truth
Artifice of right
Apocryphalic light

Dark Morbid Zen
Be my own friend
Ye, Truth of no truth
Dark Morbid Zen Inn
Light of all dark
Dark of all light
My only Inn
Dichotomy is guile
Shared trait is trite
Dark Morbid Zen