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ENTER TCHORNOBOG!
Perpetually disemboweling, self-devouring beast of primordial desolation...
Have you a single orifice from which you have not vomited?!
The first appeared... Weaving thorax to obsidian tongue
The second morphed... A horrid visage of woven osteology The third was possession... Mother of nightmare unconsciousness
Black brood of ill-chosen fate
An obsidian and flesh chemical conglomerate
Form upon the Tchornobog
Hideous figures attach as liquid spore
The result of fetal amalgamation
Self-devouring... Perpetually disemboweling...
"We are the waves of mire upon our father
Whose eyes are complete, whose sensory organs are overstimulated
An enemy of blindness, we feel EVERYTHING
We march as vessels for abhorrent life
Plucked from the calm void's rest
To be summoned unto this slave nightmare"
Here... the horizon cleared
The shroud of the sky was lifted
Darkness no longer alone
A fire sphere of one pierced throughout
It came through the clouds, this white light of poison
Undressing the mountains in imperial failure
It traversed a vast emptiness
Of a billion kilometers between It and Earth
As if, by design, to cast belligerent hellfire
This Helios exhudes achromic death
With it's tongues lapping at the reflection of itself
In smouldering obsidian
The brood withers beneath the surface where her seeds spread
Fall...
Fall...
Fall...
Convulsing animus obsolete!
Your bodies ebb, stigmata weakling!
Rise! Devour those not of your legion!
Arise! Act as the God you are!
Tchornobog has yet to taste one -- The undisrupted marriage of hydrogen and oxygen
MOUNTAINS SHOOK
SKIES CLOSED
HORROR REVEALED TONGUES SLITHERING
TOWARDS LIFE INCARNATE!
THE EARTHEN ELIXIR
COMPONENT TO ALL CREATION
It bled from my Eye
HIS HEADS GREW THREE, NINE, THIRTY...
AN INSATIABLE FORCE OF VOMITOUS CONSUMPTION!
Anubis, Hecate, Dis Pater, Namtar, Set, Hel, Kali, Lucifer...
Many names have you traversed, void creature
In human tongue, brush, blood, and pen
Many eyes are undeceived, these psychologies in vertigo
They simply attach a name to what they can’t understand
But one disposition is true...
AS THE HUMAN AGES, SO DOES GOD!
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TCHORNOBOG! OF SIX-THOUSAND TONGUES!
Is there a limp vein into which you have not yet vomited?
Chemical compounds from within the snout, mixed with roaring smoke exit three...
"Izu Baria Zmux -- Axzmuz Zrimauh!"
Ovum pierced inside a black star
Faces in torment
It is a sensory overload nightmare that enters me...
Every nerve!
Every vein!
Every muscle!
Every bone!
My torso is separated from limb... and my lungs replaced with eyes
I ride the hallucinatory black breath of possession!...A mind upheaval in vertigo...
By the myriad I see things unseen
There is a colossal structure
Of stone and I
Agonizing guardian
Empty at iris
Beckons mine...
By the myriad I see things unseen
There is a colossal mountain
Of eye and stone
An inverted cornea
Empty at iris
Beckons mine...
A beam of white light pierces my skull
It vomits forth a desert...
Bestial god of aberration
Towards which terror of psychosis do you march?
Your voices impale me since birth
Assaulting with unyielding philosophy
A spinal cord was granted between heart and lung
Simply to bring temporary amusement to the void
But what then of life?
Is the slither and underfoot crush
Of your incessant birthing
Nothing but a testament to irony?
Countless anomalies
Are the property of your genesis
It cannot be without purpose -- the brood marches voidwards
"Apridinets cosherto Pvoya Maunch, iydititseyLiyd A spruy... Tvoyunoam..."
BY THE MYRIAD
I SEE THINGS UNSEEN
A COLOSSAL STRUCTURE
OF STONE AND I
AN INVERTED GOD
THE REPRESENTATIVE OF THE VOID
AND THE THRONE, UNCLAIMED
ALL ENTER THE STAGE...
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"We look upon the marks of charcoal and ash left upon the Earth
to complete our knowledge; These scars reflect that which has returned to It."
...htaed naht esrow etaf a si tsavrah ruO
..htaed naht esrow etaf a si tsavrah ruO
.htaed naht esrow etaf a si tsavrah ruO
htaed naht esrow etaf a si tsavrah ruO
...eramthgin evals siht otnu denommus eb ot
tser s'diov mlac eht morf dekculp
efil tnerrohba rof
slessev sa hcram ew
ssendnilb fo ymene na
...detalumitsrevo era
snagro yrosnes esohw ,etelpmoc era seye esohW...
rehtaf ruo nopu erim fo sevaw eht era eW...
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Here, we arrive at the disposition of Time
Tchornobog, his breed... Weak! Ebbing! Burned by betrayer sun Though, that which suffers must also absorb
A grotesque litany of Sun and Earth...
Fetal nightmare in three heads, which corner have you not taken?
As everlasting possession, you have spread from West to East
Fetal nightmare on three heads, which corner have you not taken?
As everlasting possession over land, you have spread from East to West
You live through your vessels
Each of us just another vein to tap
Does it fill as an amalgamation for the lessening of your own suffering?
When bone and flesh are divided from body
We find that in "Hellfire" we feel pain less
And less
And less
Perpetually disemboweling, self devouring.
Self devouring, perpetually disembowelin
Perpetually disemboweli, self devour
Self devou, perpetually disembowel
Perpetually disembowe, self devo
Self dev, perpetually disembow
Perpetually disembo, Self de
Self d, Perpetually disemb
Perpetually disem, Self
Sel, perpetually dise
Perpetually dis, Se
S, Perpetually di
Perpetually d
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Perpetuall
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Perpetua
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...Many names have you traversed, Void Creature...
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...Perpetually disemboweling...self devouring...
...Self devouring...perpetually disemboweling...
The fearsome beast indwelling sole member Markov Soroka (Aureole, Slow), TCHORNOBOG bursts into the metal underground with a crushing and sensory-overloading eponymous album. Seven years in the making, “Tchornobog” can be described as a vessel to elaborate the various metaphors of religion, psychological disorder, and auditory hallucinations of the human animal. “The purpose of the project is to assume the body as an empathetic creature to understand both the Self and the attempts to find meaning in the world,” Soroka explains. “TCHORNOBOG is not a worship of the namesake Slavic 'Black God,' but rather a sarcastic evaluation as well as a testament to those with severe illness, and a nod to those of a religious related coping mechanism for the fear of death.”
In the span of four long and articulated tracks, TCHORNOBOG devours the whole spectrum of extreme music – from black metal to death metal, to funeral doom; then, it vomits everything out in the form of a dense, corrosive and lysergic substance to feed our minds with. Such a digestive process mimics the endless cycle of creation and destruction, and brings with itself a spiritual illumination. TCHORNOBOG's psychedelic approach and mind-expanding sound contemplate the use of saxophone, trumpet, bells, grand piano and cello to accompany the devastating drumming of Magnús Skúlason from Svartidauði, while Greg Chandler of Esoteric adds his deep growls to a couple of tracks.
However, what hits the most is Markov Soroka's visionary grandeur, the exorcism performed through his dark death metal riffs and majestic constructions. “The Tchornobog entity is a monument of my personal desire to wrestle with my own demons, my Tchornobog,” he concludes. “I believe that everyone has their own Tchornobog that they are constantly wrestling with and have their own ways of coping with it. This is mine.”
released July 28, 2017
Vinyl version out soon via Fallen Empire Records:
bandcamp.fallenempirerecords.com
Digital Album available via Markov Soroka's Bandcamp:
markovsoroka.bandcamp.com
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Studio Emissary by Stephen Lockhart in Reykjavik, Iceland, 2015
TCHORNOBOG:
Markov Soroka - all instruments, concepts and vocals
With:
Magnús Skúlason - percussion & acoustic drums
Greg Chandler - additional vocals on I & III
Sofia Hedman - saxophone on III
Hannar Gretarson - trumpet and cello
Lillian Liu - grand piano on III
Elizabeth Barreca & Markov Soroka - the Vomiting Choir
Cover painting by Adam Burke at Nightjar Illustration
Tchornobog logo by Karmazid
Photography by Nona Limmen
Art direction and layout by Francesco Gemelli
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Cat. Nr. IVR080
