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Demonstration IV – the conclusion of a tetralogy. Goatowarex.
The Importance of Mishima:
When I think of Yukio Mishima, I think of one word: discipline. Here’s a man who never missed a deadline for his writing, or art. A man who identified the physical weakness within himself and sought to crush it.
In his short lifetime he left a body of work, a legacy that contained 35 novels, 25 plays, 200 short stories, and 8 volumes of essays. An amazing bibliography that assured him a place as Japan’s most celebrated author. An athlete who forged himself a new body from sun and steel. A pariah who disregarded the zeitgeist of his era – the erosion of Japanese tradition and the cultural pressures to transform the country into an emasculated leftist shadow of its former self. He contested his surroundings and matched his words with action, transforming his world to reflect his art. Training religiously, forming a militia, and ultimately immortalising himself through his work and through his death. Total commitment, total belief. Mishima had the drive and vision to make a poem out of his life. And in our contemporary era I think there is much to learn from him. To attempt to attain and exercise that same monastic drive in our own chosen paths. To have the sheer will and faith in ourselves to ignore all the ephemeral influences, distractions, and rabbit holes that are shoved down our throats, that obscure our focus, and derail our progress. To recognise and understand what it is we want and attain it, to attack it mercilessly until we are synonymous with it. How can we change the world if we can’t first change ourselves with discipline, determination and steadfast focus?
News, politics, social rhetoric and trends it’s all agenda and half-truths. Instead, we need the glorious sun, that defined our earliest incarnation of gods and goddesses. We need the steel to make us stronger and conquer. We need Mishima.
released June 1, 2019
All music written and performed by Lepidus Plague (with the exception of drums performed by Magnus T.R.J, trumpet performed by Count Hoggeth Palmeri, additional vocals on tracks three and six by Kastighater Inekstremis, additional vocals on track six by Cuchulainn, and the track ‘Flower's Red' credited to Sabbat.
Track three contains Yukio Mishima's death poem.
Engineered and mixed by Count Hoggeth Palmeri and Liam Kriz.
Mastered by Liam Kriz.
Illustrations by Lepidus Plague.
Formatting and Layout by Gordo Blackers - Quest Master (dictated by Lepidus Plague).
Kommodus is: The Infernal Emperor – Lepidus Plague
Harnessing a mind like a fractured mirror
A mosaic vision seeing things so much clearer
Dissected, a reflection split into four
Influence intersected, power extending
Will and sincerity derived from body, from a flesh and tissue home
From a warrior lineage, an ancestry from where the four rivers flow
Spiritually divided into quarters of practice
Rising up like a radiating disk, shining outward
Reaching out like the honed limbs of man
To practice the uncompromising and ancient code
Cleansing a national osmosis of weakness, waves crashing against a saccharine shore
From an ancient meridian, from a cerulean confederacy of four
Unmatched, unrivalled in discipline or action, a defender of the imperial faith
Leading by example, the tip of the shield, wielding an iron which-will never break
Let the four rivers flow
Track Name: Total Cosmic Nihilism
Generations buried in soil, lives and passions consumed by worms
The sun sears and tides rise higher, fissures form
The end in sight, there will be no providence, no deliverance
No love, no hate, no redemption, life erased
The parasite of man spreads and destroys
A species that cannot ascend
The cycle concluding, images shine in the face of a cold dead sea
Echoes that mean nothing, a universe devoid of meaning
All that matters is the shedding of skin, the carving out of stone
To find a beauty in blood, to propel onwards like a storm in the night
Man will be cut down like ears of corn in harvest
And drown in the chaos of the earths final purge
A global holocaust, the serpent has come to eat its own tail
No bird will fly, no fish will swim, and no boat for man will sail
In our twilight all that remains is a reflection of a romantic iron past
Engulfed in the mist of the final day, we can only rise, howl, and laugh
I can now see that the world cannot breathe
Under the weight of man and his seed
The last branch of heroes await their final hour
As final phase entropy leaves the weak to cower
Track Name: Acolyte Ignite
Eclipsed by an insurmountable beauty of gold
Reflecting one’s own born fettered weakness
Exact revenge on the erected epitome of contrast
Summon the flames of purification
Watch the fires rise
Watch the temple burn
Relinquish the beauty for which you yearn
I shall bring you under my sway
So that never again will you be able to get in my way
Amongst the gilded ashes the ugly subject succeeds
Destroy the beauty mocking those who live and breathe
A spurned unrequited love, of man and monument
Immolate holy perfection, the temple of the golden pavilion
Summon the fires of the night
Patron of humanity’s blight
Reap the structure of golden light
Track Name: Resurrection Of Ancient Might
A new generation, a former shadow of themselves
Instinct and spirit subdued to appease foreign dominion
A military and empire disbanded, a culture reduced to a whisper
A country left on its knees in the face of near annihilation
From the rubble of defeat, a warrior of sun and steel rises
An archetype, a leader, an imperial star
Total commitment, total belief, total discipline
He inspires a return, to the heights of ancient majesty
Marrying words and action, training relentlessly
Preparing a youth, a militia, for a war that’s yet to be
The enemy’s siege on the sun, to bring a premature night
Crush the binary, turn life into a poem, ascend as is your rite
The time has come to worship the will to power
A small night storm blows, saying, 'falling is the essence of a flower'
Preceding those who hesitate, remember thine fallen
His life will be remembered, we will spread his calling
He has at last set foot
On the floating bridge of heaven
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What in the holy hell is happening all up in Iceland???
Seems like every black metal release from there is just a filthy, frothing fever dream of madness and malevolence. Undir skyggðarhaldi is no exception! TheKenWord2017
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a dense wall of churning bass and guitars, both dizzying and ferocious, weaving in and out of cannon-fire like drumming in an arena where the orator is a gargantuan ancient beast, snarling proclamations of cosmic war and misrule.
- Severed Heads Open Minds Chris D'Alessandro
A corrosive mix of death, doom, psychedelia, and black metal, the Portland quartet’s debut full-length is a bona fide underground monolith that shapeshifts with each listen, all while maintaining its essential heaviness. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 1, 2019