Opening of the Eye by the Death of the I


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4-panel Digipack CD, 12-page booklet with lyrics. Cover art by Kenny Richard. Limited Edition!

Based in Lowell, Massachussetts and active since 2006, IN HUMAN FORM have always kept a low profile. Comfortably hidden in the shadows of the underground and aided by an intense live activity, the band worked hard to refine and perfect what they like to call “Atra Metalli Metaphysicam”: an audacious blend of aggressive black metal and progressive music, tinged with jazz-fusion colours.
After the well-received debut of “Earthern Urn” (2013), followed a couple of years later by a split album with Obsidian Tongue, Autolatry and Infera Bruo, IN HUMAN FORM celebrate their 10th anniversary by releasing “Opening Of The Eye By The Death Of The I”, their most ambitious album to date as well as their finest hour. Despite numerous acoustic passages, occasional guitar solos, well-crafted melodies and an intellectual approach, none of the iconoclastic power of black metal is lost. The result is a vibrant and coherent album, firmly rooted in the tradition, yet open to infinite sonic possibilities.

Recorded and mixed by guitarist Nicholas Clark at The Black Lodge, “Opening of the Eye by the Death of the I” is a grand, introspective meditation on abysmal themes and mortality, laced with principle and cloaked in mystical and mysterious passages. Recalling the amazing artworks from the 70's prog era, Kenny Richard's beautiful cover painting brilliantly underlines IN HUMAN FORM's artistic and philosophical vision, built around the idea of a suffering humanity confronting with its destiny and the mystery of Life and Death. A descent into darkness, to ascend towards light.


released June 23, 2017

Nicholas Clark – guitars, bass guitar, alto saxophone, keys, backup vox
Rich Dixon – drums, percussion, guitars
Patrick Dupras – vocals, lyrics

Cover painting by Kenny Richard
Art direction and layout by Francesco Gemelli

Cat. Nr. IVR078


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Track Name: Le Délire Des Négationes
Though thy eyes rush tears into streams
A dead calm arises within
Invisible disconnection
To the inner workings

Abject calls from my depleting lungs
Wading through the psychic turbulence
Last breaths withdrawn by worth
Mind tricked into non existence

"The delirium of negation, I abjure life's oath
A transfixed dilemma, waiting in the subconscious.
All oneness dies within me, for I am nothing
An emptiness beyond empty
An abandoned body without a ghost"

Mirror image soon evolved into vanishing
A House of Flames now a Temple of Ashes
Now deprived by the alignments of planets
Awakening curse shook the cosmic foundations

These empty spaces between the wires that program dormant minds
Structured doses of images, canceling out all logic and reason

You'll never get to the banquet
Where you linger your food has no taste
Between consciousness and altered state
Shaken from your vegetable torpor
Where lies the alternative?
We are all in mercy's hands

This is the clock cleansing itself of it's last hours
Like grains of sand falling through our hands

Fragments of time disappeared into memory
Like the dust that we are all from and soon will return

Soon I will be nothing, no more

All this time you believed you never existed
An empty vessel no longer housing a soul

But one must exist, to be non existent...

The path has been plagued by ego
Plummeting us into a foreseen abyss

Telepathic seeds sewn into inner most thoughts
Conundrum conjured in a compartmentalized mind

This gauntlet I ran, over and over again
A frustrated breath leaves my lungs

Soon it was all unhidden
This unknown flagellation
Obscured by the shifts of the Sun
As it leaves us in a distant chaos
Reveal the pall that has dampened my soul
For what seems to be an eternity
I disappear faster every year...
(Worms have been there counting)
The more I feel I am dead
The more I fear my death...

Paranormal frequencies circumvent through mazes
The corridors of thine entrapment
Bicuspid exercised, Last will redacted
Sent down to scourge thy own form
And fabricate malpractice...
How the angelic choirs sing their notes
Their clamoring is the wailing of the heartbroken
Their vortex is a lie
Their solemn psalms reflect this
For they only know submission
Not the glory of independence
Track Name: Zenith Thesis, Abbadon Hypothesis
Embryonic Architect
Somnambulist, enlighten mine
The worshiper's vernacular
The miserable without stains

What were those promises?
Did you intend to keep them?
Or were they just a pestilence of lies?
How many minds have you manipulated without wisdom?

A mere demiurge loitering midst the pantheon
Surveillance of the gate determines narrow pathways
Our patriarch denied us fruit to endure knowledge
That dream was fleeting through a moment in serpents
To be imperfect in our search for perfection
As the maestro awakes corporeal forms from their sleep
Transformed by the removal of tethers and restraints
Now be the loud pitch that disturbs the silence
As all you have, or had, or wanted is revealed
The circle's drawn and it is drawn wide
Now hither comes the coil
To leave behind the ego's host
And from what's left become the ghost that whom rejoices
The scythe wielded pulls our death into position
As were flung towards our fateful ambition

"Approaching zenith, I scratched thy name on the keys to the bottomless pit... Enraged...
I called the two names, the keepers of the bottomless pit... Apollyon. Abaddon."

"Thy inner Gehenna anguished, thy outer sequence nourished gnashing snarls"

Tongues buried in a concealed art form
To be revealed only through divinity's ruin

Cradle us in your gentle fingertips
Not the ones used to pluck paradoxical chords
Spill your breath so we may breathe once more
Shake about your wrists across our closed eyes
Make us see

Minds buried in an enslaved host
To be reveled, however, only through death

Regal cores coordinate eager coils
And set the bounds in matriarchs
Whom are mere waiting wombs
Sacred design, all sensory deprived, forces mind
To compartmentalize

One thousand ladders
One thousand summits
One thousand ladders
One thousand plummets
This distance
Chaotically infinite
Depths so low
Devoid of winds
Phosphorus scents of Liberty's Flame

To gain admittance into this paradigm
Is to be draped in garments of silk
Life into Death
Death into Life
Proceed into darkness beyond human reach

Alone, embracing inner journeys
Under guidance this light came

And now it is all that awaits thee
A magnified...
Cosmic entry
Secretes magnificence
As well as secrets

Hearts buried in an earthen urn
Beliefs scorned when proved to be true

Absorb the seals, beguiling
Transformation underneath eyelids
They bare for the fruitless
Conceal breath from all who inhabit life
Reveal Supreme Death (Reveal the Zenith)
Track Name: Through An Obstructionist's Eye
A semblance of balance
Forsaken and forgotten

A remembrance in silence
Corrupted and corroded

Amidst the tears and dark fabrics of Autumn's widows
As stirring as a breeze of air through Winter's windows
The rebirth through nurture that storms through Spring's door
The sweltering heat of those deceived by Summer's whore

Evaporating into nature
The sea and all it's life
Deep and boundless is it's intricacies
Astounds the shallowest of minds
And how this drink of knowledge binds
Can it ever slake a tongue that speaks
Or quench a mind that thinks
It's all so meaningless, yet so meaningful
Is the error in the oversight
Or the afterthought

The canals froze black
Only the moon will silhouette

Tree limbs lick the sky
Like arms stretched to reach the end

Branches surrendered like veins
As if reaching for the blade, the blade

Revived yet crestfallen
Eyes blinded by obstructions
We're all complacent
We're diluted by their atrocities
Their sorcery is corruption
Sullied by their hypocrisy

Eyes rolled back, black
Glassy and glossed over
The aromas drew birds, sent warning
To the ghost, and ghosts alike

A disturbing transcendence awaits us
Distracting waves of life's frequencies
Subterfuge has been every moment of bliss, suffering beneath the surface...

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