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. |
Agony of the Sun
10:54
|
|
||
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. |
Rot of the Soul
12:36
|
|
||
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.
|
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'.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Angmodnes, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp