Discordia Concors

by Belhor

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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.

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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​

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Track Name: Incarnae
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
Track Name: Pathos
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
Track Name: Ritual By Fire
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
Track Name: I Am The Nails
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
Track Name: Lungs Of Lycidas
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.
Track Name: To Remain
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.
Track Name: Damned To The Soil
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
Track Name: Ex Hoc Inferno
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
Track Name: The Liminal Utterance
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
Track Name: Within The Eyes Of Wolves
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
Track Name: Hearts Of The Faithless
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