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Through this darkened wood I wander so aimlessly
On a quiet night
Called forth by a voice
Permeating the air
As I watch the shadows move and hide
I fear I am not alone
I can hear her in the trees
Louder and louder
They whisper my name
I can hear her in the trees
Louder and louder
Calling to me
There is something hiding within
Watching as I near
And through the forest’s eyes
So vivid, I can feel her
Watching me
Pulling me down, as limbs surround me
I can't breathe
Distorting the air and creeping near
Corrupting the ground on which I walk
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
My pulse quickens
As I fall to my knees
Why did I come here?
Why is this happening?
Her hands reach out to me
Silently they ensnare me
Consuming everything that I am
Choking on my own screams
As I am surrounded by my own fear
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
I hear the voices all around me
"My child, you're free"
"Come now, the end is upon us"
"My child, you're free"
My thoughts are scrambled in my head
I cannot see
The roots around my neck they tighten
Purging my humanity
I feel the pressure building inside my head
The world around me ceases to exist
This torture never ends
Bring me bliss
But it still persists
Please bring me to the end
Now, hear me beg for death
I beg you please end this
I hear her whisper
"Fear not my child"
"It will be over soon"
I feel my lungs collapse
My heart beating to a halt
A cold comforting darkness surrounds me
As darkness envelops all that once was
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Like a virus to a wound
I can feel this world
Pulse and heave
Begging for mercy with its soft frail voice
Millennia have passed, and so shall its life
A collection of contagion, war and disease
The earth rots from within
Like a cancer, it sickens me
I am drawn to its death rattle
A final lullaby
To exterminate, take all their pathetic lives
I must liberate this disease
I will tend to these wounds
I will swallow it whole
Take control
I will swallow it whole
Purify this world
For eons I've watched them grow
So distinct, so depraved
They know not what they do
To offer my blessing
To put them down
I will
I will bestow my gift upon this world
I will
I will show them the darkness that permeates all light
They will know my suffering
I will erase this human disease
They will feel my hand
As I deliver them unto death
Unto death
Erasus morbus humanitas
Erasus morbus humanitas
I will litter the world with the flesh of the weak
Even the dead shall know my name
The heavens shall watch as the world decays
The oceans and land are set ablaze
A colossal extinction
The end of all life
I will make this world my own
I will make this world my own
Swift is the hand that brings forth damnation
Slow is the bitter release from pain
From agony, born a timeless beauty
I will make this world my own
I will make this world my own
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Harbinger of Ruin
03:47
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I am ushered into this breathless oblivion
This silence, so serene
Welcoming me to the end
All pain erased
Memory enfold
Left with but faint whispers of self
All pain erased
Memory enfold
Left with but faint whispers of
I cannot recall
The agony from which I came
I bear no form
I have no name
"I am" no longer
"I am" no longer
Unknowing, a mere silhouette left desolate
Desolate
Her voice calls forth
Her voice calls forth
Piercing through hallowed silence
"Rise my child, you shall now serve a different purpose"
"Rise my child, we have so much to do"
"Rise my child, you shall now serve a different purpose"
"Rise my child"
She beckons me into her embrace
Yet I know not why
I know not why
Compelled against my own will
My volition abandoned
"Come my love"
"We have much to do"
I live and breathe once more
Though my heart and lungs lie still
My mind begins to race with thoughts I can't control
I can hear her voice weave within my being
I can feel her gaze within my eyes
"My son"
"My son"
"We've so much to do"
"My son"
"We've so much to do"
"Rise my child, you shall now serve a different purpose"
"Rise my child, we have so much to do"
"Rise my child, you shall now serve a different purpose"
"Rise my child"
Bound to pain
My shadow contorts and winds
Sinews thread forth like twine
Bones spew forth and mend
The coalescence of flesh and soul
Limbs intertwine as my form is once more restored
I cannot recall
The agony from which I came
I bear no form
I have no name
"I am" no longer
"I am" no longer
Unknowing, a mere silhouette left desolate
Desolate
My hands snap forth and I watch
As the light draws back from another’s eyes
I can hear them scream
I feel nothing
I feel nothing
I can feel their souls course through my own
As I realize I am no longer my own
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Deathless
04:37
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The creation and reclamation of life
Birthed forth and clawed back in an instant
Deathless, I
Reanimated
This presence welcomes no solace
The cold breath whispers,
There is still much left, my child
Such divine horrors unfurl before me
My eyes
My hands
Yet actions not of my own
Reduced to mere nothingness
Rip
Tear
Maim
Carve out the weak
I am drawn to the unspeakable desire
To extinguish all life
I am but a mere shell of her will
A ghost in my own being
Bound to this prison of flesh
There's still much left my child
So much needless hunger, to what end
I whimper as my hand strikes down
Another soul to harvest
Another life to claim
I can feel her presence every time it’s hacked away
There will be no rest
This world must be purged
Caught in an endless schizophrenic dysphoria
I cannot stop this voice inside my head
Beckoning me forward as I claw out their eyes
Torn through with guilt and despair
Yet still, such ecstasy is coursing throughout
What little left of me remains
This world must be purged
Yet every time I try to escape her wretched clutch I fail
This world must be purged
I lust for their pathetic souls to whimper and die
This desire overtakes me
I've lost all control
Her will becomes my bidding
Erase it all
A conflagration to raze what remains of my humanity
This world must be purged
Creation and reclamation of life
I do not live
Yet I cannot die
Trapped in this purgatory
I do not live
Yet I cannot die
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Threnody
05:50
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At long last we are reunited
Together as one
You and I in eternal silence
So stoic and calm
A requiem of silence
A monument of pain
This world will forever slumber now in my domain
I watch as it takes its last breath
Tranquility at last
Is to abandon all hope and accept my gift
No pulse
No light
No life
Left to propagate in darkness and despair
What little still remains is left to wither and decay
The fires of life have been snuffed out
They succumb to a reign of terror and ice
A judgement divine
This wretched globe shudders and ceases to move
The stench of their tormented souls lingers still
The echoes of their screams ring out
This world is forever scarred
A curse that can't be killed
The fires of life have been snuffed out
They succumb to a reign of terror and ice
A judgement divine
Finally, my kingdom is complete
I have reclaimed this earthly domain
A million faces bastardized into one
An ungodly leviathan born of their rot
In life there is death
And in death there is life
A sacrificial lamb brought forth to meet its end
Blighted and broken, condemned to a certain death
What remains will suffer and die out alone
In atrophy, this virus of man will be extirpated
I will make this world my own
At long last we are reunited
Together as one
This cursed world is forever motionless
All hope is gone
Gone
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The Animist Toronto, Ontario
Founded in late 2018, The Animist combines complex and technical compositions interlaced with fast tempos, low tunings, and a progressive nature. They strive to create music that is as equally hook-laden and catchy as it is aggressive in nature.
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