Averoas

from Self

October 19th, 2015
6 tracks
49:28
Self
Self
Averoas
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7:47
Averoas
Terzij de Horde
Dragging feet on paths uncarved I am the beacon of fault Sinews and raven's cloak You mock me? Ah, ye would. Omnipresent preaching of precepts, good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones. A sole symbol this corpse A race conscious enough to know it is vile, intelligent enough to know it is insignificant. These are the bitterest of mockeries: Pain is not an evil; Death is not a separation; Sickness is but a blessing in disguise. Weary and weak I make my way home Collapsing under entropy this specter of universal death sits among the guests at every feast It lies in bed with all the lovers. Omnipresent preaching of precepts, good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones. I have wandered to find him. Stared at abysses before which thought must be silent for fear of going mad must be silent for fear of becoming naught What is this shame in ignorance? Is it not a duty? Am I searching for the second coming, the adjacent advent? Or am I clutching at this imposed immortality? This taste of death I yearn for, I tarry behind, what is that to thee? Omnipresent preaching of precepts, good spells, godspeed you, fallen one. This taste of death I yearn for, I tarry behind, what is that to thee?
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The album focuses on the problem of self. Six tracks explore different ways to live, or fail to live, with self and world. They embody the struggles these paths and strategies create: blindness, suffering, a desire for release, the destruction of self and others as well as the turning towards -or away from- life.

Self as prison, self as a source of power, self as vessel for manipulation by outside forces, self as shield and as inner world, self as medium for Dionysian rapture, self as something to be overcome.

In the six songs that constitute ‘Self’, the rage of black metal is paired with a cathartic destruction as well as a contemplative, sometimes crawling melancholy. Instead of navel gazing or the worship of constructs, ‘Self’ is analysis forced. A cerebral celebration of liberation at all costs and a requiem for spheres rendered apart.

The artwork of ‘Self’ depicts ants, consumed by Ophiocordyceps. These parasitic fungi appropriate the brains of whichever host they infect, to manipulate and effectively destroy its self-regulating features. Through this annexation, the ants become empty shells of what they once were, governed by a destruction from within, imposed and irreconcilable.

Credits

All songs and lyrics by Terzij de Horde
Recorded in February and March 2015 at Studio Independent Recordings, Utrecht (NL)
Recorded and mixed by Quintijn Verhoef
Mastered by James Plotkin

Photographs by Dr. Charissa de Bekker
Artwork by Richard