Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Aethereus
Künstler:in
Vance Bratcher
Leadgesang
Kyle Chapman
E-Gitarre
Ben Gassman
E-Gitarre
Scott Hermanns
E-Bassgitarre
Matt Behner
Schlagzeug
Michael Alvarez
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vance Bratcher
Songwriter:in
Kyle Chapman
Songwriter:in
Ben Gassman
Songwriter:in
Scott Hermanns
Songwriter:in
Matt Behner
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Deep into the void
I wade through the cosmic seas
Following my faceless gods through massive waves of astral blood
What further gifts shall I receive in honor of my ethereal transmigration?
Shall I ascend to a higher form so that I may end my
Sojourn in this mangled form?
Reflected in the infinite depths
I see a face that is not my own
A grotesque amalgam of fallen beings
From within, a wail of tortured screams crescendos
Heed the Flesh, the will of the suffering
Hail the Flesh, the undying rot
Feed the Flesh, its appetite; insatiable
Consume the Flesh, devourer of Worlds!
I suppress the howling collective that makes up my physical form
And follow my Progenitors further into the void
I hear voices calling me; echoes from beneath the sun
Remnants of a cacophonous horde that speak to me through every pore
From deep within this molded gore
The ravenous shrieks of the unseen deafen me
Their venomous tongues dripping with malice whisper warnings of deceit
You who at first were without shape
Now shrouded within the kaleidoscopic skin of those who came before
Your rebirth was arbitrary
Your creators care not for you
To them, you are nothing
Heed the Flesh, the will of the suffering
Hail the Flesh, the undying rot
Feed the Flesh, its appetite; insatiable
Consume the Flesh, devourer of Worlds!
These shapeless apparitions speak nothing but slanderous lies
My awakening was a sign
Of a glorious epoch
Your only purpose was to suffer
Alongside the meaningless lives
Of the endless cyclic existence
In which you were confined
The ineffable knot from the skein of existence
Unraveled by mirthless invocations
The foundation of this shell shudders with every word
As shadows proselytize with absent tongues
The only gift they bring is more suffering
At the end is only nothingness
You will follow them aimlessly
Searching for answers that do not exist
Now that you are free
Your only purpose is to decay
Your rot, offered as nourishment to the inane
You will be replaced
And the endless cycle will resume
Hör mich
Sieh mich
Hilf mir
Behold
Written by: Ben Gassman, Kyle Chapman, Matt Behner, Scott Hermanns, Vance Bratcher