Discordia Concors

by Belhor

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1.	Incarnae 05:47	lyrics	buy track
Oh! What an artist dies in me! I lit my way through the garden By the light of their Burning bodies Now, for nothing Their wretched fingers grab at me When I looked upon him I watched the sky And the sun wept high Over gored dunes of sand Into the fire, child Where mother will embrace you As surely as the fat will render When she held aloft her son And wept for the wound she cut As deeply into her chest As she did into the boy’s My iron teeth will carve the canyons Upon this bloodied earth I lit my way through the garden When I looked upon him I watched the sky And the sun wept high Over gored dunes of sand Into the fire, child Where mother will embrace you As surely as the fat will render Watch these, blinded mouths My sons’ creations Envelope the hope you’ve come To kill for The call of the void Eternity The want of salvation Futility
2.	Pathos 04:54	lyrics	buy track
I am Returned to the unman Unmake me, retake me When all the stars unlight Like vindicating eyes opening I pull apart the skin Mother’s breast, an iron maiden Closing on the sky Put knife to throat And watch me smile When the metal Carves into the meat I am Lazarus inversed, The Hanged Man Returned and cursed Like buckshot notes painting eyes and walls Red And wasted, Ashes On the sun Cock back Her spine I am Become the unman Slake me, sedate me With all their lives undone Licked, when her lips begin to crack I’ll feed the mother Mab their nightmares Put knife to throat And watch me smile When the metal Carves into the meat Let me take what I despise What I revile
3.	Ritual By Fire 04:40	lyrics	buy track
Tasting fire, the touch within Of ashes on the breeze Grating teeth against the flesh of Hell The claws of crows upon the trees I can see it in her eyes Tracing hexagrams between her thighs Before I taste her And her breath rimes down the chain Forked tongue Venom twist its way through my veins Feel the burning of the pyre rise Pulsing with the respiration Devour me Staked to this red dirt waste Slavering moon Bathe me in your pain tonight Hooked beaks searching for the end Seek me out the in to rend Gut what light has never touched The parts of me I’ve never seen Flayed and fading in the sand These buzzards pick the life from me Tasting at the rot within They drink this rusted ember man… Drink this rusted ember man... Blistered skin Wretched water I live within their beaks And in the gore upon the land
4.	I Am The Nails 04:19	lyrics	buy track
Cut from the cloth of a rotting womb This cervical tomb Is all I need Dripping with the blood of a rotting Christ That holy spice Is all I need I am the nails Rusted and sick I am the nails The wretched teeth Of the crucifix Walk with me across the blooming grin Walk with me across Eden Die upon my teeth Draw upon my breath Your flesh, my sheath My life, your death Cut from the flesh of a dying god That cancerous flesh Is all I am Picking at the larvae with shit laced hands My filthy hands Are all I am I am the nails Rusted and sick I am the nails The wretched teeth Of the crucifix Walk with me across the mushroom cloud And breathe the sulfur in If I am the corpse of the son of man You are the maggots in the meat Die upon my teeth Draw upon my breath Your flesh, my sheath My life, your death
5.	Lungs Of Lycidas 04:20	lyrics	buy track
Within my lungs Inhale the scent of desecration. Behind the glass I Heave below the Dunes of the white Mother of night. My porcelain face, Pallid, ancient, Aching with grief, Blinded belief. White knuckle cold current, Peel my skin away With hooks that feed blind mouths, Mitres made of glass and God I taste the sickly salted flavor of my creation. I slake the sweetly singing thirst of the siren Guillotine. Within my lungs Inhale the scent of vindication. Behind the glass I Heave below the Dunes of the white Mother of night. My porcelain face, Pallid, ancient, Aching with grief, Blinded belief. White knuckle cold current, Peel my skin away With hooks that feed blind mouths, Mitres made of glass and God I taste the sickly salted flavor of my creation. I slake the sweetly singing thirst of the siren Guillotine.
6.	To Remain 02:32	lyrics	buy track
I can Hear them, The living, Like burning Oil Over An otherwise motionless Body of water. The undulation Of their fleshy Parts Beats with heaving pulse I ache to end.
7.	Damned To The Soil 03:38	lyrics	buy track
I have walked on blackened sands Within the maddened mind of man As demons on their bellies crawl Through darkened sky and soil damned Behold the filthy blood of a corpse cunt ravaged Waxing dead on a frothing sea Mad with the rotten mind of this carcass savage And bleating at the confines of its travesty. Rent and spent I’ll spray the scent of Hate, my spate will Sate their ravenous tongues Behold the burning fire born on crack-lipped madness Waning life on a rotten breeze Burked by the choking grip of this divine redress And beating back the function of its helotry Splayed and flayed I’ll See them payed for Death, my breath will Drink their caustic pines Behold the witches, stitched to our wild heresies Waxing dead on a rotten breeze Hung by the lolling tongues of their own Misanthropy Walk with me Under prurient lash and toil Embrace me and I’ll Damn you to the soil
8.	Ex Hoc Inferno 04:58	lyrics	buy track
We speak backward In even numbers only Just when clouds Enshrine the moon We are snakes Our mouths full of ashes Clutching at the dirt choked gristle Hanging from the trees I kiss the feet of their bodies And leave no passing trace Plunging through the leaves The keys to the kingdom The bureaucracy of martyrdom The intimate, sadistic, hedonistic Pandemonium Staring from vistas Beyond Chaos And Death I could lose my mind here Watching it all unfold I could lose my mind here Watching it all unfold Where she waits for me Bursting from the skull of her father And you dead Looking back through mannequin eyes Salvum fac temet Ipsum in inferno. Nos de inferno! We are snakes Our mouths full of ashes Worming through the rotting meat Coiled around These wasted avenues The intimate, sadistic, hedonistic Pandemonium Climbing up the links They burn me Arms grown from My worm like body Take me higher Bring me to you Feel my venom Burn within you
9.	The Liminal Utterance 05:57	lyrics	buy track
Slip past the grave Beyond the flesh of this dying Animal earth And hearken To my reckoning By the blood of better men than I We embrace the breath of mother night Slip past the plague Beyond the pull of this infinite Liminal space And hearken To our summoning Screaming at the dawning light Walking in the wake of gods Desperately devouring the ashes We will tear apart the sky Like crows that peck Promethean viscera This place is slick With the untold grime upon us all Slip past the veil Beyond the bars of this gilded Cage of flesh And hearken To our gathering Walking in the wake of God Tearing at his desperate skin We will drink the world and die Like crows that peck Promethean viscera This place is slick With the unsung gore upon us all
10.	Within The Eyes Of Wolves 05:37	lyrics	buy track
Bones blackened by fire Marrow steaming from ember The dead do well to remember The thundering drum beats of my bloody march on to war. The blood that taints the cannula Is better than the steel Pocked with rust and bullet holes And ground under the treads below my heel. Iron Eagle I will Clip your rabid Fire Beaten, Burning Vindicating Wings. King of pigs The sacrificial crown of smoke Howling snout and bloodied; Taste the heat, shrapnel flesh Pulse of life, cooled by death Realm of man, all ablaze The ruin of which, that thunderous stitch Breathes madness in my gaze. Bones blackened by fire Marrow steaming from ember The dead do well to remember The thundering drum beats of my bloody march on to war. The blood that taints the cannula Is better than the steel Pocked with rust and bullet holes And ground under the treads below my heel. Iron Eagle I will Clip your rabid Fire Beaten, Burning Vindicating Wings. King of pigs The sacrificial crown of smoke Howling snout and bloodied Silicon and child parts When the pigs all starve And the homestead burns When the pigs all starve And the money burns The fat will glisten in the fire Within the eyes of wolves
11.	Hearts Of The Faithless 06:32	lyrics	buy track
Bated breath Held in vain Blown from chest Blood and rain Twisted steel Fled to fading pain On these killing fields As they’re born again. Rolling plumes and falling ashes Your faces painted in the dust I’ll anoint you with a kiss from Heaven And tear your rabid mind apart Let me feast upon the hearts of the faithless Let me taste the pain of those they love Revel now, my writhing children Like raucous serpents in the sand Fall upon the flame Until the End of time Climbing down the chain Over my Frosting breath Feel the creeping weight Split seasons From the sky The error of our Judgment Lay only in those that survive The rictus charnel grinning fire Scream for lungs we’ve crushed in hand Let me taste the end of all they’ve cherished And give their breath to you, sweet lover Death Let me feast upon the hearts of the faithless Drunk on blood, we gorge on war The mouldering scent, the sigh of dying A rite of fire to paint the night We claw our way up through the ages Blooded teeth we are the ancient breed Bated breath Held in vain Blown from chest Blood and rain

about

Conceptually, Discordia Concors revolves as much around the notion of Chaos as much as it does the idea of Hope. Indeed, these two concepts are fundamentally aligned and presented to the listener through the allegory of the narrator's journey from death to rebirth. Societal mechanism is instrumental in the death of the narrator, as it is instrumental in the subjugation and murder of the human spirit and individual freedom. Incarnae represents the eventual deaths that each of us must experience before the evolution of ourselves can be possible. Only there does the journey to which true freedom can begin. What follows is a shedding of personal fetter, as all the things that shackled the narrator to his reality are cast aside. This growth must be painful for it to be valued, as all growth must be. The ethical pillars that define an individual's place in contrived civilization must be demolished, burned to the ground, and their passing celebrated in the afterglow of exquisite, painful catharsis before the narrator can define his own free existence. Within the discord there lay hope. Through the recognition and embrace of that infinite possibility of what might be, which lay beyond the borders of what has been defined for us, there lay true identity, subjective meaning, and real value. It is only in the acceptance of this fundamental principle, that we truly become human. Discordia Concors is the painful road to the true actualization of the human being. It is the violent rejection of all communal value, the exploration of the vastness of possibility, and the willing definition of self, in spite of those definitions foisted upon us by the standardized machine of civilization that has polluted and manipulated each and every one of us to some degree.

credits

released March 3, 2015

Andrew Menefee - Vocals
Nick Campbell - Guitar
Keenan Binkley - Guitar
Daniel Combs - Bass

Engineered, Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Nick Campbell and Daniel Combs
All Drums By Nick Campbell, Daniel Combs
Except (*) Drums Sean Ragan
All Lyrics and Vocals by Andrew Menefee