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Serpents Beneath The Shrine

by Aetheric

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Warangelic
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Warangelic Perfectly combining melodic death metal and technical death metal, this band is off to a great start. If you want fast, unrelenting yet melodic metal, Aetheric is your answer. Favorite track: An Exodus of Hope.
Poesy Rider
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Poesy Rider Il était temps qu'un groupe propose une synthèse vraiment réussie du death ricain des 90's et du death à la suédoise...C'est chose faite avec cet album brutal et technique, sans facilités et sans concessions. Bravo ! Favorite track: A Masterful Deception.
Spear
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Spear Pure, unabashed tech death with tons of groove and hooks. The instrumentation is brilliant, and they nail the mix, too. Full review at www.toiletovhell.com/tech-death-thursday-aetheric/ Favorite track: By Death Possessed.
liam joyce
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liam joyce With this, Plaguebringer, solipsismo and The Devils of Loudon, my death/thrash metal dreams have come true. Fuckin sick.
MindOverFour
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MindOverFour Fairly insane tech death. I wouldn't probably dig it if it were just an Origin clone. What is unique are the aspects of melodic death---like In Flames, etc. Combining those two styles is pretty cool. And it sure is fast. Favorite track: Irreparable Trauma.
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1.
A Vile Birthright I have never been so content As I am standing at the top of the world Looking out Ready to watch the whole thing set to burn Pissing upon the gathered masses Laughing wickedly They know not the peril that awaits them Through the panic they will find This is is the end of their wretched lives I am a machine of vengeance Born of the dirt Brought forth to cleanse this fucking earth Laying waste to all who stand begging before me I seek to prove once and for all That a man's weight In flesh and filth is Truly all he's ever worth Playing the role of a savior This conscience is an insipid device Each collective breath Will become a struggle As I put my foot to the throat of all mankind There will be a reckoning For this vile birthright Cast down upon me Bring forth the martyrs With serpent tongues Bring forth every charlatan Severing this viral symbiosis Searching for solace In a sea of endless disembowelment The fallen angel The begotten son Hallowed ground and empty lungs Beckon astral chaos Distance the divide Bending fragile souls to my will, divine All of their beliefs A relic of ancient pain Seven billion living mistakes Seven billion worthless lives erased I set them free And in their wake In the shadow of their hate A planetary awakening A solemn silence creates Severing this viral symbiosis Finding my solace In this sea of hollow human corpses Playing the role of a savior This conscience is an insipid device Each collective breath Will become a struggle As I put my foot To the throat of all mankind
2.
An Exodus of Hope Sifting through the dissonance A wall of total confusion A heartfelt reward for my persistence I am alive despite the influx of agony on display The deplorable images absorbed upon the retina Of a once wondrous man These cycles of grief deem to devour me Exhausted and affected by the constant tragedy Cycles of life and death resume Feeling the wrath of a hero's survival This sense of loss is contagious Spreading fear A mass exodus of hope A sea of tearful eyes forever fixed Upon the elegance of the setting sun I'll never forget the stench of those who died beside me Fetid, Bleeding The wounded writhing on the bodies beneath me These cycles of grief breed through the dreams that torment Resist the infection The anguish feculent and rotting Cycles of life and death resume The burden of these vestiges Wearing a hole right through me Young and hostile I bought the lie they'd sell me The true horrors of war shrouded in their gilded glory This sense of loss is contagious Spreading fear A mass exodus of hope A sea of tearful eyes forever fixed Upon the elegance that is the setting sun
3.
Unearthing Global Treachery We've created a new age of warfare A process of isolated internment Ripped right from the pages of an Orwellian nightmare Under an ever-watchful eye, order resides Amidst crumbling continents and glacial shifts Scratching and clawing unto to the precipice of our own damnation Ingest the poison Synapse collapse Failure to fire Disrupt the global essence entwined in this swirling vortex The simmering ache of dread fills our hearts Thrust into the eye of a storm we cannot weather Fall blindly into servile solitude Together, yet forever alone No prosperity, no safe space, no peace A violent, unending massacre Bloodletting in suburban streets This is exactly what you asked for Begging for mercy from beings who can't comprehend Weak, pitiful purists, who should have evolved Unraveling every thread Of the theory of how all life began We will drown in the chaos This sweeping swell of human ignorance Swallowed whole Engulfed by the inevitable Every dissent disarmed by cognitive dissonance A false state of flux Droves of degenerates A corrupted vision breeding disdain These fucking simpletons Our progress denied By the frail limits of their fractured minds And now heavy lies the crown All shall bow to the new king of hate
4.
Irreparable Trauma From nameless graves we rise Blessed by the worms Wound within the flesh The skin that flakes from our rotten bones The last remnants of our once human form Outcasts sacrificed for silver and gold Names and faces you’d once hoped to forget Now compelled by endless revenge As in life, so in death and again in rebirth Abomination We are reborn, abomination We are reborn Into this existence we are torn Engulfed by irreparable trauma Against all odds we are sworn to move forth Despite this man made hell Perpetual systematic flaws are exposed Human life cast aside The highest ivory towers we will climb Silver spoons once used to quell the endless hunger Now used to remove your vital organs Bear witness to the lust for horror You so carelessly designed Dragging you down to walk this earth you’ve scorched Like everything once good in this life You too shall burn Antiquated, disparate Patriarchal madness A disjointed, mangled mess of flesh Is all that we seek to leave behind Remnants of the executed Left soaking in the sun A warning to our future leaders A message to all those Who may try to oppress us As our dead hands rise in revolution Perpetual systematic flaws are exposed Human life cast aside The highest ivory towers we will climb
5.
Within Withered Veins It began with a tremor, a twitch, a death nerve rattle The quiet reminder that my time is running nigh A slow and steady separation Clinging to my sanity with fractured hands Constant convulsions rip right through my body Violently tearing apart my very being As I fade between realities and drift within dimensions Each version of my soul is greeted With the same wretched fucking fate Left to drown in the actions of a selfish man A life spent lying in the face of loyalty Spitting in the face of the truth Is it too late for me to be seeking redemption? Born from the taste of fear on my tongue Coveting dreams that could never be Time has worn through me as a river through stone Relentlessly slow and torturous Hope is a self-constructed device A disease that plagues fragile hearts and minds With blood I will devote my soul With this blood I will evoke The last bit of hate from within these withered veins Piercing the line between life and death To reside in the space between the shadows Relegated to this life of endless violence Finding myself lost in a constant haze of fragmented psychosis Surviving simply to witness my pitiful legacy come to life Struggling so to embrace this end I have to believe in the absolute beauty of death The transformation into nothingness There is no re-birth, no fucking redemption
6.
Cursed Purpose The holders of once hopeful hearts Left shattered by the bitter reality We are abandoned We are abandoned Every breath is a detriment Every feeling of faith a lie A cursed purpose The crooked hands of death Are the only salvation we have left With no means to this fucking end It all feels useless The potential to create Wasted on creatures possessed Possessed with our own deaths The urge to kill lurks beneath every smile Shaking hands and bleeding wrists A cavity in every chest Our conscience will fail us again It is a burden we bear with each passing day As we approach the alter of the end There are no fucking heroes This life is a curse And there are no fucking heroes
7.
By Death Possessed Of Blood and bone we are born Fire made flesh By death possessed The indomitable will to conquer Encased in every breath Spawned from an ancient tribal thirst An offering of blood to the dirt The taker of souls we shall serve In the time between the darkness and light We feed with feral speed Empowered by both nightmares and dreams Spewing forth the furious wrath of slaves and gods Who’ve long since passed beyond this realm Seeking to avert this weakened mortal transformation Through formless reclamation The taker of souls we shall serve In the time between shadows and light We feed with feral speed Empowered by both nightmares and dreams The terror in the eyes of the chosen prey motivates Low hanging fruit upon which we thrive We Imbibe this murder so relentless and pure To extinguish the flame of such wasted lives Without the shackles of reality to abide Merciless, we cast the bodies to the depths The molten mouth providing eternal rebirth Bear witness to the demise of the human bloodline Possessed by death We, the servants of fire Harvesting the weakest souls through systematic slaughter A return to earth born entities Neither alive nor dead We are forever condemned
8.
Serpents Beneath the Shrine Basking in the light Of our own accomplishments We stand with such pride With such arrogance We’re so fucking enlightened And oh how far we’ve come Overlooking the wastelands The age of pestilence has ended With the death of modern man We stand so high above the subsequent rot Oblivious to the cause And we call it progress With each generation we fall farther from grace A violent decent into spacious madness All of our evil coalescing behind a vile veil of betrayal Our humility crumbles under the weight of the idea That we are all important, we’re all someone real A poisonous lie we must struggle to defy Fight to deny this lecherous path we call life It all comes back to this A misplaced sense of self An evolutionary mistake A true failure to embrace the evidence And history repeats (Fuck) The truth we seek is soaked in shades of grey We’ll never find Forever confined within these absolutes Victims of our own compulsions Beggars, ill-content Feeding upon one another Cannibalistic Revel in these final rays of beautiful beaming light Yearning to hold our place in time As they cowardly crawl back From a burning horizon The corrosion of our fragile moral systems Erosion of all that was once civilized Inbreeding genetic weakness The false existential crisis Every intention maligned Has come realized And all at once Human kind is swept away with the ash As history repeats The earth is calling out To unleash the serpents beneath the shrine
9.
A Masterful Deception Through these complex, menacing configurations Orders passed down from operative overlords Overreaching the bounds of the common good The mouth of rationality will go unfed Unless we bear the teeth of a starving beast And lunge at the throats of these maniacal, reptilian liars Manipulation of free will Resulting in repeated flashes Of the oncoming apocalypse Bring forth all of the knowledge for filtration Release only that which seeks to divide Radiate the idiocy to secure repeated manifest destiny Paving paths of trepidation To wipe away intelligent perspective Constructing a throne for the devil Where once stood the center of liberty An involuntary allegiance Obey or perish A sincere confession Of such a masterful deception It's time we face the facts The "good old days" are dead and gone Buried up to their necks with two in their head As the definition of freedom continues to constrict The covenant exists far beyond average arm's length Privilege after privilege we beckon the elite Manufactured deceit like rushing water flows Vomiting forth from the mouths of these suited swine And with gallows humor we compensate In an effort to dismantle the fear campaign Running at the speed of the chaos reigning down upon us Forming impenetrable circles of protection Around whatever shallow mythos we hold closest to our hearts This world is not our own Question every moment Every sip of poisonous air An involuntary allegiance Obey or perish A sincere confession Of such a masterful deception
10.
Reverse Birth A low hanging, luminous construct Suspended between the soil and the sky Dragging with it the vast coldness of space Harbingers Celestial harvesters Our former masters have made their mighty return Our particles, the populous all rendered meaningless Outstretched, armored extensions Uplifting, impaling the slaves A morbid extraction of marrow Their genetic coding to be reclaimed A vow to collect on our galactic debt The price paid for squandering this great gift of life The weight of this world was never truly ours to bear Held captive by the constant measuring of time Fooled by these temporary solar rotations Unholy machinations begin to inhale Eviscerate all physical form A universal silence is once more restored Inversion of the moon and the sun The whole of the cosmos forever undone Predilection unto the abstract This end is real discovery A life beyond ligaments Existence without limitation Outstretched, armored extensions Uplifting, impaling the slaves A morbid extraction of marrow Their genetic coding to be reclaimed A vow to collect on our galactic debt The price paid for squandering this great gift of life The weight of this world was never truly ours to bear Held captive by the constant measuring of time Fooled by these temporary solar rotations

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released June 16, 2017

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