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Rot of the Soul

by Angmodnes

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Brett (Lascaille's Shroud / Soulmass)
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Brett (Lascaille's Shroud / Soulmass) Languishing, sad, melancholic music. You know what you're in for the second you start hearing those massive riffs and sad guitar lines Favorite track: Agony of the Sun.
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Elased Pure sadness captured in music! Gorgeously emotional funeral doom death metal with outstanding vocals and truly surprising moments. A clear recommendation for all those who like their metal dark, deep and moving. For me, one of the best albums of the genre.
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1.
Beneath 11:46
Again the tyrant emerges From beyond the horizon, Its faceless gaze fixed Upon the wretched creatures Cursed to haunt this foul earth. It trails along the vaulted sky; A slow crawl, ever the same. Its vacant oppressive stare Diminishing us with its emptiness As we toil in its loveless warmth. Unyielding and pitiless as it rose, Bringing to light what tolerates none, So does it set below the borders of life, — Its pointless dance to no effect, — Leaving us once more in the dark. Its relentless ebb and flow, — Countless iterations of the same nullity, — It bears its weight upon every living soul, In an odious and tireless recurrence; Silent curator of mortal suffering.
2.
The Hours 11:07
The hours go by in a slow dirge, They grind and grate at the soul, Moulding it to their likeness: A stale abstraction without content. They pass; their course is not yours. In doubtful resolve, You start over again every day, In spite of all you know, Against all you know, To face again the daunting task To endure yourself. The days drag on in restless unease, The void of a heart long departed Set against the vacant crawl of time: Two chasms echoing each other’s absence. Nothing attained, nothing atoned. With failing courage, You tried to bury the past, But the rains will always Wash away the dirt. And so you carry on To endure the hours.
3.
How long has the shadow lingered in your heart, Since the light of day abandoned your soul to twilight? In the dim of your being, the sun could only wane and fail. A shimmer of grace glistened in those last gleaming rays, The closing chapter of a tragic play, Radiance from the dim and scattered glow of decline. The mystery of grace is but a desolate wait For the curtains to fall and herald the darkness of night. Born of gloom and nourished by shadow, Whither now can your burdened heart turn? Toward what light can you aspire, When the sun offers only its agony?
4.
Stagnant 08:49
Do you remember when there still was hope, That amidst the shadows of uncertainty, There was solace to be found? Plagued were your thoughts, Yet the spirit yearned for truth. But your obsessive craving for it Has consumed the fire of doubt; The hunger that once drove you Has left you nauseated and unfulfilled, And the remnants of your doubts, — Every pointless and futile strife, Every disaffected sentiment, care or thought, — Lay undigested within you, Unable to sustain you further. You miserably cling to the last certainty left to you: The endlessly vast expanse of Of senseless and unfeeling matter, Perpetually devouring and vomiting itself, It does not care for the brief flicker of your birth, Nor the feeble passing of your days. It will not heed you in the depths of despair, Nor celebrate your triumphs. Hope abandoned you, or you it, — In the end, it is all the same, — But shame on the wretched fool Who goes at last to his grave Accompanied by the miserable hopes That have kept him alive.
5.
Hold your breath: nothing stirs. Devoted to a discipline of horror, Somehow you finally succeeded, Denying and starving the self And drowning the will to live. Detached and abstracted from the world, The soul withers in a slow decomposition As you self-destruct in slow motion. All those sleepless nights You toiled and laboured, Grasping with hands of fear At the threads of hope. And you overcame life itself By the horror of looking for an answer to it; You have become a shadow That dances in the night and vanishes at dawn. No longer capable of belief In any absolute or system of logic, You started to rot at the soul. Endlessly meditating on your own demise, You found redemption in damnation. No longer capable of life, Your morbid art has purged you Of both life and death.

about

After the well received debut, The Weight of Eternity, released in 2022 by Black Lion Records, which featured mostly material written nine years earlier, Y.S. And M.V. found themselves rediscovering a love for all things slow and unexpectedly tapped into a wellspring of inspiration. As a result, a follow-up was soon in the works.

Following in the wake of The Weight of Eternity, Rot of the Soul builds upon the style and atmosphere present on the debut while at times venturing beyond the typical territories of doom metal. Spanning over 55 minutes, it takes the listener on a journey through the mind of someone suffering from severe depression, haunted by existential dread and sinking ever deeper into a mire of negation and worldly rejection.

F.S., whose ethereal, haunting vocals could already be heard on The Weight of Eternity, lent her voice once more for the new album. With her vocals being such an integral part of the sound of Angmodnes, it was time to fully bring F.S. into the fold as a band member.

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released March 1, 2024

Compositions by Y.S. and M.V.
Guitars, bass and lead vocals by Y.S.
Drums, tagelharpa, backing vocals and additional clean guitar by M.V.
Alto and soprano backing vocals by F.S.
Recording and mixing by Y.S.
Mastered by Greg Chandler at Priory Recording Studios
Album art by Floor Steinz Illustrations

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Angmodnes Utrecht, Netherlands

Angmodnes is a doom metal collaboration by Y.S. (Wilds Forlorn, Apotelesma), M.V. (Apotelesma, Koudvuur) and F.S.

Angmodnes is an Old English word that roughly translates to 'angst' or 'sorrow'.

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