Far from being a typical split album, "SOL" is a collaboration on many levels, starting from the conceptual and moving on to the musical.
Themes and riffs have been cross-referenced and transfigured, structures have been put in proportion, lyrics have been written in parallel.
Conceptually, it is an attempt at a kind of cosmological philosophy; searching the vast, cold expanses of the universes for traces of meaning and purpose.
What it is out there that is fundamental, absolute and shared? What can we learn about ourselves by looking outward, to the void and the inanimate?
SPECTRAL LORE is Ayloss - all instruments and vocals
MARE COGNITUM is Jacob Buczarski - all instruments and vocals
Sprawling across the vault of heaven
An embrace of amorphous clay
The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust
Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life
Thrusting infinite pressure
Mass infinite fragments
Dense solar clusters
Energy creates beginning
Unbearable crushing tension
In turbulent discord
Bleeding out the newborn
And reforming the flesh
The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart
A host to feed on the gushing wounds
And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm
Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home
Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light
From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star
Until your life
Son of Sol
Nigh is your dawn
As the night is cold
Within the sea
A writhing mass
Source of knowledge
Forged in dust
A chain of sinew
Children of flesh, children of blood, and time
Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir
To the self
And the false
Sense of light
Forgetting the past
To devour the marrow of all
A cancer of thought
The sons of light
Stricken and worn
A cannibalistic being
Failure of eternity
Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption?
In it, Ouroboros is complete.
Devour thyself. Devour thyself
If you wish that your end
Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere
Track Name: SPECTRAL LORE - Sol Medius
The horizon, an unfathomable darkness
Beacons of light within, gleam dimly
From the farthest of existence
The offspring observes
A history written in reverse
Of an unknown breath.
Parallel structures emerge
between incomparable proportions
from aberrant appearance
Awareness paints a mirage of self-singularity
From it, a volition of immortality
The vessel of intellect
thrusts the sight light years away
An acceleration bending the fabric of spacetime
Leading into the Heart of the Cosmos.
Wandering the blackened void, there lie
Elemental whispers of the primordial ordinance
Attracting each other, forming clouds
Which collapse into higher densities
A unity of spherical mass
With a diadem as umbilical chord
Thus, the God-Kings are born
The ever-burning forges of the cosmos
Bearers of the strength to meld the core of matter together
From the remnants, their children arise
Hearth-givers and messangers to them alike.
(enas skoteinos stixos)
The sight, however wondrous, returns incomplete.
A rope of one lineage connects existence all throughout,
from weightless elements to beasts of metal mass
from oneness to mind-bending complexity
Spectral, though is the hand that infuses with Spirit
If it is not grabbed, how won't it always vanish?
When even Gods one day fade out.
The dream is dying, the mirror cracking
The begotter cannot protect the brethen
Yet lays down everything at their grasp.
Within the endless dark sea of unknowing
The rays of far-away beacons
Still conjoin in patterns meaningful
An explosion of evitability
The self-transforming agents
Divine feedback mechanisms
We are Soldiers
Volition of the Universe
Sentinels of All
Murderers of Self
Scorners of Oblivion
Impermanence and Transformation
Complexity and Bonding
Continuity of Logos, Extra-Conscious Transcendance
A spiral path we must walk
Towards an ever-dark horizon.