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Matricide In The Temple Of Omega


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VUKARI Some of the most menacing metal you will ever hear. This band create unique experiences with each album and have their own brand of eerie darkness proceeding them. This album is a great way to experience their more polished work. Favorite track: Ascending Into the Pantheon.
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griefstricken bleak hypnotic misery Favorite track: Serpentine As Lustful Nightmare.
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Matthew Toye 'Writhes In The Murk' was the first thing I heard from this duo and I started my collection with it. This sees them taking their unhinged and nightmarish sound to even more unhinged and nightmarish places. Favorite track: Ascending Into the Pantheon.
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ddb This album literally makes me feel dizzy. The guitars have feeling of endlessness, and relentlessness. This album is not for the weak listener, it requires active attention, and patience. Favorite track: The Sonance of Eternal Discord.
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GeN2Mo Meditative chorals for detuned bagpipes, written in a parliament of rooks irritated by their own sudden compositional ability, played on guitars that felt their existence latch onto the sky as it faded into the horizon. Favorite track: Omen of the Barren Womb.
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Divination 00:59
Twisting, breaking, the wall of entry falls My bloodred eyes open and shrouded in skin My womb torn from my outset in the ending And the shaking I bring to reality is all come forth A passionate discord drinking my spilled essence Without cause without reason my glyph is rung Wrung from the steel of every trap like memory And the skin that signals me inked with emptiness Let us bow to her, call the craven masses Let us sing her beauty and perfection The goddess twisted and torn from beginning Êon against the demiurge incarnated Those antisubliminal lights my heritage The ebon grasp on this gnarled carnescence Carnelian sundrance like spoiled blood A reverberation of time unlike time Solemnly, in the highest regard My prayers to you I send, blessed mother Mother and queen to the void Êon against the demiurge incarnated [those antisubliminal . . . ] [tongues] Let us bow to her, drinking my spilled essence Let us sing her beauty--my glyph is rung The goddess twisted from every trap like memory And the skin that signals me inked with emptiness A passionate discord, call the craven masses Without cause, without reason and perfection Wrung from the steel and torn from beginning Êon against the demiurge incarnated
Child, sing the skin of your beginning This membrane torn out, this burning Blood, slew the song of your evoking That which binds the seed is blackness Made manifest, this endless soft expanse of dual impenetrable The false embedded sense of self that vibrates through our names The Êon is barren the temple is ruins and plague afflicts the whole The firstborn shall not and nothing will come from that which hangs Beneath the surface of meaning and at the edge of knowledge of self-as-god Inability echoes throughout all life Nothing binds and all is aching This prolonged suicide is catholic And the saints dip and melt as one Anechoic slipping voices filled words phonemes pinions of ecstasy Wing south to eternity lace amethyst with chewed flesh of angels Inability Slumbering reminiscence of violation twisted against hope cascading Denial of purgation embrace of seeding with the sleep of the end [child, . . . ]
Silence spreads like wildfire In the depth of beginning Is the seed of the end When the voice aches and bends The stratum is made tight And discarnation looms in echoes Like the tight fist of despair Where the shadows sit My bones do heave All distanced from the name of GOD In each white hand My sunken gloomred Fragment of still Unshaking form
Our arms in hers, our faces to the void Spoiled flower of dysfunction enthralling Êon of carnescence, Êon of miscarriage Slipping beauty of excrescence and denouement Our death her life, our shaking her song Bright-dark emblem of entropy beckoning Êon of silk shining, Êon of emptiness One true divinity singing perfect end Cygne-serpent d'ivoire, de dissolution Cette ange dèpouillèe chantait dissonance Ailes des anges noires ma diadëme Realitè mon enfant de sang discontent Que mes aspirations brillent imparfaits Votres ríves fleuriront seules dans mes horizons Dix-sept mes limbes, gesticulant au divinitè Bredouillent du nul qui rèsultait
I tremble to bear forth the word that ends the world My spine aches to feel des iridèes qui surgent The blossoms which surge to new duty Shimmering spores of goddess-sound to shake the silk Birth of radiation I stifle in the skin of my throat Black petals falling to cloak the shining cosmos Diamonds buried in focused still birth and suicide Burning victorious in the scent enveloping Ik ben moeder--Je suis mëre--I am mother of the end Hail Omega hail the Void I am the blackness I am the end My flameborn diadem of stelliferous devourment Placid with purpose, the welling of my fruit Empty and lashing the towers of the firmament Notre chance sans doigts atteint broderie The grammarie, resin, soaked in my burning bones Calls the end-swan in her iron-trumpeted ribs The gleaming path to the age-dark silver of Him Notre anemi, le coffre sans idoles enfin



Limited Edition: jewel box CD with 12-page booklet with lyrics printed on matte paper.

One of today's most revered and original black/death metal bands, ÆVANGELIST were officially baptized by I, Voidhanger Records in 2012: the band's first full-length album, “De Masticatione Mortuorum In Tumulis” conquered the most demanding lovers of avant-garde extreme metal thanks to a visionary blend of psychotic riffs, inhuman growls, crushing rhythms, and asphyxiating – yet trance-inducing – atmospheres. Six years and many albums after that promising work, ÆVANGELIST rejoin I, Voidhanger Records and release their most sinister and inventive work to date, “Matricide In The Temple Of Omega”.

Now, as then, ÆVANGELIST play dark death metal to end all death metal, but it's a matter of fact that they never sounded so bleak, cryptic and derailed. “Matricide In The Temple Of Omega” constantly struggles to gain a shape, to find an intelligible form and escape the painful vice of non-existence. It doesn't have a beginning, and it doesn't have an end. It resembles one of those Lovecraftian creatures too abstruse and abominable to comprehend: eager to born into our dimension, but forever consigned to a chaotic realm of mean, suicidal psychedelia. The monumental closing number, “Ascending Into The Pantheon”, sublimates it all by hammering the listener with razor-like guitars and putrid melodies before a final incantation that sounds like a dedication to Lilith. No fake spirituality, here; no light at the end of the tunnel; this is the definitive and most uncomfortable drug-trip into utter blackness... into the death beyond death.

“Matricide In The Temple Of Omega is the culmination of all that we have do far sought through ÆVANGELIST, our elite devilwork,” synthetically remarks guitarist Matron Thorn, with singer/lyricist Ascaris one of the two grand architects behind the band. Therefore, rejoice! The true masters of apocalyptic black/death metal have returned to blight the earth with music of the dark neverending!


released November 16, 2018

Ascaris - wicked goddess tongue
Matron Thorn - sword of desolating

All music recorded by Ævangelist at the Parish. Mixed by Matron Thorn. Mastered by Jeremie Bezier (Emptiness, ex-Enthroned) in Blackout Studio, Belgium.

Cover painting by Haley Deanna Johnstone
Art direction and layout by Francesco Gemelli
Cat. Nr. IVR103


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