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Collapse The Mountain

by Sonus Mortis

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1.
Thrashing out emotion will prevail. The slightest grin, smile or smirk is way beyond the pale. Corpse paint stained eyes is set. What you see is what you get. The cult. Conformity in fashion. Finding faults in everyone is lacking in compassion. Opinionated importance knows no bounds while Guilt announced in an court of clowns. Blacklist. Discord. Fake. The holistic cult is born. Consume. Feign. The holistic cult... Preventing any upsets, future harm. Dip your finger in narcissistic charm A new skinned hand is bleeding. In-demand breeding, propaganda seeding. Watching all the piranha now dig in. The feeding frenzy is just about to rip apart the skin. Razor sharp, cutting through, straight into the heart. Eviscerate, eliminate outdated art. Blacklist. Discord. Fake. The holistic cult is born. Consume. Feign. The holistic cult is born. Push against the grain. Faineant insane. What of propriety? Self-expression ends. Follow every trend. Endless growth society. Deray and decay. Sweep the threats away. Demephitise. Reap what you have sown. The fear of the unknown. Crush their individuality. Blacklist. Discord. Fake. The holistic cult is born. Consume. Feign. The holistic cult is born.
2.
Slaves and servants drowning in the lies of machine printed media, don't you realise that this information age is programmed now to eliminate us - let me show you how. It starts with a modern day computer chip Implanted in the skin, deep down inside. As the data from your brain is now realised With the hive-mind leaving you paralysed. I won't ignore the atrocities. I won't be part of your policies. You won't be rid of this disease. You won't make a machine out of me. Regenerate me. 3D print me. Execute the code and render us all obsolete. The quantum world is now in your mind. Calculating every moment, we should have seen the signs. Overwhelming data full of trending tricks. With neural net-woven politics. Language modeling, encoded cores. Feeding the machine with more and more. With our inputs captured and outputs decoded. With society shutdown and mankind eroded. I won't ignore the atrocities. I won't be part of your policies. You won't be rid of this disease. You won't make a machine out of me. Regenerate me. 3D print me. Perfect the code and render us all obsolete. In the mouths of the mad screams reality. Elites shape the perception of a controlled society. Don't let them! Mute the noise and fuck the norm. Elevate me higher beyond the human form and we must find the source of the versioned truths that sponsor corporations through the polling booths. Conscious operations are now null and void as we leave the mundane with old life destroyed. Nothing makes sense or should be as it seems. Infiltrating our intentions and destroying our dreams. We must ignore the atrocities. Now we are part of your policies. Let's be rid of this disease. Time to make a machine out of me. Regenerate me. 3D print me. Become the code and let's render them all obsolete. Go!
3.
Endless sacrifice, slouched in the trenches of tragedy. And across the bowels of Earth remain, the jutted roots of man’s veins. Psychopath leads a murderous campaign. Ironclad control over a self-made domain. Primal forms cut through, torn fields of the bloody dirt. Every night it's last rites. Fighting to live, to survive. It's a devil in disguise, seeking no compromise. Quick cold exchanges of bloated ego, one bruised veto in rooms of authority. We don't share the same blood, ours is like lava, it brims in an angry flood. Every night it's last rites. Fighting to live, to survive. It's a devil in disguise, seeking no compromise. We bring out the omen to finalise your demise. You discard old skin and new flesh. So now it's time to die. We bring out the curse. (Prepare for war and death) With no compromise. (Simple minds are set) We welcome you to hell. (Prepare for war and death) So now it's time to die! Become the wolf or follow the sheep. Become the wolf or die like the sheep. Every night it's last rites. Fighting to live, to survive. It's a devil in disguise, Seeking no compromise. And we wait for you...
4.
Faoi Thalamh 03:41
Hail the centuries of bloody rapture. Conquering cosmic collisions, collapsing stars. Souls enslaved by Golgotha phantoms. Tonight is full of fury and divine rage with demigods unleashed. Humanitys grip on this world is fading fast. And primordial Earth has returned at last. We'll build again from the ashes of the past. Come along and join us, we're living underground! No bitterness, no more lies, Imagine the destruction of all the things that you despise, Slowly from the ashes the phoenix will arise, Join the same type of minds, we're living underground. Escape this world. There's nothing left. Sing songs for the catacombs, as flowers above, have withered away. Cast it aside. False idols are burning. Don't go back up, to get touched by death, with all the cries, one last memory where everything dies. Faoi Thalamh. Faoi Thalamh.
5.
Decisions personal, patient emotional. I must remain professional. Operation irreversible. Spine still vertical. Let's make this terminal. The skin, the scars, their future is ours. Divide and stretch the nerves. Prosthetic fittings, the closure is splitting. Tap the padding of the bone and faint. Bone preparation in areas of contamination. Infection starts to spread. Pain undeniable, no limbs are viable. The tools are cheap and blunt. Guillotine but spare the spleen. Traumatic amputation. Revisions required. The surgeon is fired for failing to heed the words. "You are amputating me." I'm starting to see, that I am not to be the greatest surgeon in the field of amputation.
6.
Universe 25 03:02
Unlimited food and water. Burrows of comfort for you and daughter. Plague-free environment, enjoy retirement. The strive period has just begun. One third becomes socially dominant. The others weak, inbred, incompetent. No balance to be found. Outcasts go underground to eat/sleep by themselves, they will rely on no one else. Aggressive behaviour, no god no saviour, the breakdown of social roles. A new religion to review. The new God, the new God is you. A new religion to subdue. The new God, the new God is you. The young, they reach maturity, exposed to hostility and lacking purity. Always eating and sleeping and grooming, self-beauty is booming. It is now day 315, the beta males are eaten alive. Cannibalistic rituals spring. Mothers rip off their maternal wings. Infant mortality increases, mating all but ceases. No temptations put in their paths,they just enjoy glorious bloodbaths. The death phase has just begun. Welcome seclusion no revolution. And in Deaths addiction, they drown in their own extinction. No conflict, no reason to survive, no work, no purpose to contrive. The sun sets on universe 25. No conflict, no reason to survive, no work, no purpose to contrive. The sun sets on universe twenty...
7.
Silent flickering from neon Earth. Weak and withered after birth. Swaddled up in soothing lies humming jingles and lullabies. Desperate prayers hang in the air to appease the room full of ego saviours. Burning corpses while vultures stare eyeing up desire, on the wire, pure instinct, spit fire. Reveal the arteries and attach the leeches. Reveal the arteries and attach the leeches in the face of King and Queen Apathy. Prince. Countess, Duchess, Baroness! An end to all interests. An end to every passion. An audience with no signs of interaction. Full of silent nothingness. Beneath. The drone. The phantom passion. The phantom passion. No. A smile and blue eyes from the past. Impurities blinding, a dream too bright to last. Mould and damp the heart defile. Time turned bloom to nothing worth our while. I confess to the crimes in my head countless times. Forbidden and unwritten flings with this spirit of mine. Shake hands, here’s luck, good-bye. I only vex you the more I try. Shake hands, here’s luck, good-bye. I only vex you the more I try. Reveal the arteries and attach the leeches. Reveal the arteries and attach the leeches in the face of King Apathy. I am King Apathy.
8.
Desolate, deadly potency. No energy left for decency. Constant pills chase all the blues away. Controlling what I do and what I say. Crawling through, these busy streets, On concrete blocks as someones sheets. Any space is a crowded place. Any space is a crowded place. This tiny room is getting smaller everyday. The egotistical will never hear you say. Achieving happiness is just a dream. As you need to be asleep to believe. The more people the less value we attach. Ignore those who burn out like a match. But in the end there's no real alternative We're all enslaved to this rat race ritual. When you die, you die alone. No earthly possessions or a throne. Was he rich? Or was he poor? All left behind at deaths door. This tiny room is getting smaller everyday. The egotistical will never hear you say. Achieving happiness is just a dream. As you need to be asleep to believe. The more people the less value we attach. Ignore those who burn out like a match. But in the end there's no real alternative We're all enslaved to this rat race ritual. The great decline draws near. The cries of millions falls on deaf ears. Too numb to react with Teaspoon breaths Glacier movement. Then they quickly dissolve Into thin air. Now a ghost of themselves. Now a ghost of myself.
9.
The mountain sat upon the plain. The Grandfather of the days. Every step takes a parted breath. The soaring of the soul away. We are the wounded from the wars. Never climbing towards the top. Guided by your broken wings. Cursed flight of Prometheus. Molten fire, a burning desire, to fly through the sky. Another mountain waits, to annihilate, anything we create, our wings it obliterates. Mountain! You've been here all this time. Climb straight into my veins. Let me overdose on your grandeur. Mountain. I'll spend my time with you. Every moment constricting, bury me underneath your weight. Back into the cave I'm turning, all within my soul is churning. Lost everything I fought for and saved. And deep within the darkness leering, long I stood there pondering, fearing. I am a passing thought and nothing more. On different plains, I could not bring my passions from a common spring. Is this a flood or a fountain? A blood stained hill or a mountain? Be silent in that solitude. Where the spirits of the dead now stood. The sad valley's restlessness. Just stood there motionless. No palace to the clouds did swell. A place where life would dare not dwell. Earth black-winged, no birds will sing for when the flock will dive into their doom, a sterile tomb, a relic that will not survive. Damned angel, twisted rapture of reality. The great deceiver or true believer what do you really see? Let all life riches become divine stitches from that there is no return. Its wretched spoils and rooted boils are no longer my concern. And yet we dare to touch, we dare to see or feel. This piercing wound, an open wound that time can never heal.
10.
Suddenly it all comes together. Be aware your luck's about to change. Oppression starts to flatter you. A novel grace and a beauty strange. (Strange) Crowded state run schools. Taught by docile fools. Our Nanny state is vibrant, oh so great. What to do and say. Just take our breath away. What would we do without you? Get back into line. Our freedom in decline. Nanotech is here to stay. Implanted in our brains. Deference remains. Tyranny installed in you forevermore. But who shall arbitrate, the system that we hate? Now running everything and soon our minds. Setting the agenda, controlling the show. A new world set out by design. My days are numbered this much I know. My words but the voice ain't mine. Smart brains are on the brink. The less we have to think. The less we have to think for ourselves forevermore. Nanotech required. Plug me in and obey. Feed me the code and betray myself. A race to the bottom. No climbing up the walls. My words and the voice is mine! My words and the voice is mine!

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Recorded Summer 2022.

Mixed and mastered by Mick Richards at Trackmix Studios, Dublin, Ireland.

Front and back album cover artwork by Slava Gerj.

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released December 1, 2022

All songs recorded and written by Kevin Byrne

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Sonus Mortis Dublin, Ireland

Sonus Mortis from Celbridge, Ireland is a mix of death-doom with some melodic/symphonic black metal.

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