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The Tides of Damocles

by Dawn of Azazel

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nightbeast Brutal. 'nuff said. Favorite track: The Odious Tides.
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Odiumediae I have not listened to this album since a few months after it was released. I didn't find the CD (because I moved lately), so I bought it again, here on Bandcamp, and after listening to it a few times in a row several days after another I can say it grew on me. I liked it a lot when I heard it the first time, now I fucking love it. Same goes for their previous album "Relentless" which I luckily still had saved in my media library. Amazing album, buy it! Favorite track: Controlled Burn.
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Jarak Fantastic death metal, from my hometown. Anybody else remember when the media tried to invent a scandal on the back of Rigel working in the courts?
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shades At the end of the Dawn of Azazel's time, and at the end of an era in local music, was released one of the great New Zealand Metal Albums. Shame about the cryptofascist dogwhistle bullshit (see track 7)
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FireFrets The Tides of Damocles is a progerosity masterpiece! Been playing this album on repeat. THAT DAMN GOOD of an album!! Favorite track: Irresistible Foe.
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Run amok in the garden of purity Defile all that is beheld on high Piss upon their most beloved sanctuary Smash open the gates that confine Frauds camouflaged in forgery Imposters cloaked in grandeur Violence and hatreds sweet serenity Shall permeate their flesh as a hammer Relish the suffering of my enemies Savour the fear within their eyes Delight in their terror and uncertainty Elated by their agonized cries Loathing abhorrence and revulsion Cruelty, sadism and spite With malice agleam, and disdain supreme From hells heart I stab at thee May your offspring be born into vassalage May you squander your riches upon vanity and conceit May the cold hand of death caress everything that you hold dear May you die alone, may your grave be unknown
Disciples of discord, Seekers of struggle, antagonistic suitors of hate Spoiling for strife, restless and rebellious, enticing victims and game They frozen with fear, awestruck by cruelty, seduced by the hunters gaze Intensity in my eyes, firm and cold as ice is the hand that wields the scepter Infatuated with violence and aggression's sweet intoxicating taste Perched proudly upon the throne of carnivores and birds of prey Towering high upon the skulls of opponents fallen in my wake Their crunching bones, and gurgling throats are the greatest accolade The highest majesty is to lock horns with he That crushes all who stand before him and brings enemies to their knees To wage unending war and ever compete Cast the gauntlet at my feet and embrace your enemy
Vassalplasty 03:26
Precise aggression and controlled chaos King of all kings, brightest czar Words of command and a form of authority Beyond barked orders or the crack of the whip Vassals sailing upon stagnant seas of frivolity and woe Elect submission, await permission, castrated, defanged and bereft of spine I cannot abide those who blindly follow like vertebrae I was created from fire not molded from clay I am a wolf amongst sheep, a carnivore, a predator Salivating at the thought of danger, perennially chomping at the bit Lips greasy with the crimson acrylic that has forever colored my perception Its bitter taste only the intrepid shall acquire, a feast only the ruthless can stomach Standing proudly erect, poised to attack, grandiose rachis intact Ambition, discipline and acumen, clout to mold the vice of our age Corral the pliant, exalt the tyrant, from their ruthless matter are monarchs made I am a fox amongst the foul, a carnivore a predator
Submerged by blows seemingly infinite Saturated with offal, muck and odiousness Awash in the deluge of fury and rage Condemned forever to this watery grave Adrift and stranded, seasick and weak Hearts sink deeper in tears and fatigue Blank features bleached and eroded by dismay Pride capitulated before the relentless waves Cerulean chasm, mangle and scold Destroy all vitality, will and resolve Drown them deep within leviathans abode Powerless against loathing’s undertow To the frigid depths of silt and suffering In Poseidon’s realm, cobalt and cold Smite then oh swells, drag and descend Ebullient seas that make mince of men Rinsed hollow and vacant in this acrid hole Fire extinguished in the brine and the foam Stand staunch and static amidst it’s ebb and flow Defy the currents that would strangle below Endure the torrents of hatred and strife Obstinate and stubborn, unflinching and defiant Wade into the waters of disdain Anchored in the oceans of violence Anoint me oh tides of odium I embrace the coming storm
Headfirst into the furnace Embrace its warm caress The mighty shall not falter The stalwart shall never rest On throughout pain and toil Eager to confront the blade foolheartedly t’wards the terror That many would seek to evade Overcome their weakness, crush them under heel With infallible iron and the simplicity of steel By tooth, by claw, by fire Unyielding to the end Prevail through battle and contest Arise above, ascend Forever at the fore Ever at the tip of the spear Forward and fight, with gall ignite And dance in the ashes of fear Endure onwards, ever onwards Stand like a stone amongst men Weather their blows, stand and oppose Overcome them again and again Always on the aggressive Like a hammer relentless to your head Unfailing aim, deliver disdain With an instrument of annihilating lead Ready to strike deep into the hearts of men shock and awe, rapidly domineer All foes, all rivals there is no survival For he who posseseth fear Resistance dissipates Like sand before the wind The contempted hated and reviled Rip them all apart
Endless toiling hands leathery and blistered by fire Infinite riches and opulence piled upon the pyre Goad the greedy coals, pour plentiful propellant Head held high step forwards and embrace my immolation Pyromaniacal rage erupting through my skin Unrelenting energy destroying all that lives Fuming in anger, bursting into flame And all that is beautiful sucked into its vacuum Suffocating in the fields of fire Black smoke smothers all feelings and desire Flames lick away all moisture as I labour and perspire In ecstasy ablaze, fan the flames higher Endless toiling hands strike on through heat and the dark Where the only illumination is the flicker of the sparks With fury, anger, rage and unflappable discipline Hammer with an intensity that melts flesh, bone and iron Open wounds and lesions harden and cauterized Tempered in the crucible of weaknesses demise Compounded and combusted, seared and sealed by the kiln Step into the ashes and look upon my riches Entranced and hypnotized watching the embers glow All that was once thought majestic blackened in the inferno Left upon fertile soil black as pitch ready for pyriscence These fallow fields free of weeds await the serotinous seeds to take root Promethean disciple, son of the morning star Let it burn on and on Charcoaled skin ablister, bones broiling and blackened in the hearth Let it burn on and on No salve to stem the bleeding, no deity to hear your pleading There is no refuge from this endless burning fracas Charred by fire and flame, magma flowing through my veins Spark its tinder, ignite this cinder, beauty is in the eye of he who smolders
Expelled from the womb Cradled in spite In this den of wolves Lightning's lineage Engendered its birthright to rank Its edict of power Destined to be free of chains and shackles Fullbodied fists Instincts unblemished The restless and ruthless, spawn of the abyss Finest black noble blood Unbeholden, Hewn from misery Pain begets the strength of the masters of this world The law of the strong etched in their bones Obstinate, unyielding, primed and awaiting impatiently Hungry for what is rightfully ours Blackest of titans, Proud and defiant, Wield the trident, Hunt down the frauds, Split their skulls and slit their throats Marked for magnanimity Strife’s brightest sons From muck and austerity and filth have become The wolf at your door The hellions of old That laugh at your laws and plunder your gold No place for half measures No pause or surrender Take pleasure as aggressor in this solemn endeavour Pain will pass, victory is forever Hewn from ash, sulphur and flame Sworn to the discipline of the blade Toil, suffering and endless pain That of which I am made
Lofty and impervious Amongst thunderbolts and peerless stars Born to predation, supremacy To rule arid barren climes Descend upon the realm of rodents Fearsome and imperious Claws lusting for their throats Hating their every breath Bone strewn escarpments and sanguine stygian depths He must have wings who loves the abyss Talons that grasp firm their prey The hunger to rend their flesh Take delight in the slaughter of the enemy And the hunters solitary sternness Soaring above in storm studded skies Mocking those consumed by the depths Amid cragged cliffs, and cruel rugged rocks Autonomous and alone
Damocles 02:47
Live by the sword, die by the sword A tyrants crown is gilded with angst and terror Lackluster and dull in the shadow of the scythe Riddled with racing disordered thoughts The path to power lies upon the edge of the blade Scattered with corpses and gibbering apes Innumerable foes concealed in the shadows Scorpions, spiders and snakes surround Slither to deliver palsy in my sleep Voices intoning bravado and strength Falter and crack, impulsively lash out Barely concealing the all consuming fear Of the possessor of absolute power He who would rule the coming age He who would take pleasure in terror Thrive on unrelenting anxiety and dread May sleep soundly under the sword of Damocles
Your world is falling in flames Withering visions of mortality Halcyon house of royalty littered in golden debris Helplessly watching the fall Capitulating crumbling parapets Archaic and dilapidated dynasty Ruins amidst my feet, a mosaic of rot and defeat A mural of extravagant tragedy Sunken amongst the wreckage of one who once elicited The authority of terror, fear and awe Snarled commands now but a whisper amongst your funeral winds Sentinels sneak away silently Adorers and apostles abandon thee Brutus grinning beckons thee Judas circles about thee In the fading light of evenings pall Viscera rusting in vacuity Devoid of stamina and sustenance Constitution courts calamity, mighty muscles atrophy Emaciated, sullen sovereign Foreboding Doomed nobility The king is dead, long live the king Casket of tarnished gold Sinks slowly below the surface Weep and despair This is the end


released April 27, 2015


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