1. |
Ungodly Wonders
03:50
|
|
||
|
UNGODLY WONDERS
Behind the walls of sleep and dearth
I dream of shores on vacuous earths
And let myself till break in vain
though this won’t treat the pain.
Beyond, a mental world is rising
With endmost fright is heading on
Hypnotized stand throngs of men,
the massacre will carry on.
Beneath this flesh my blood is cold
A reincarnation needs to be done
Ungodly wonders at my feet
Urge me into shape a being,
a fine presence, no dimensions,
a spirit filled with loathsome hate.
Forsaken in a path of shade and demise
misguided by infernal, (and) irrational obsessions,
In dark, I yearn for delightful inspiration
a moment with the ancient ones.
This divergence has brought me here
It’s the edge of a non-conscious world,
Spread my thoughts, and I shall reward you
with my blood be flown upon you.
I compel you, submit to my creation,
my marvelous task shall move on
to the breaking down of this empty world.
A vortex in your mind will drown you in deep
so rigid but without, still without valence.
A path you will never find, a forbidding need for grief,
with Godspeed and proceed may achieve your works indeed.
Things beyond imagination are now obvious to see
ungodly wonders at mankind - he is moving even deeper
Serpent eyes hold obscure,
dark stellar seas summoned to allure
Mesmerising souls and minds, carving our bodies in death.
Beneath this flesh my blood is cold
A reincarnation needs to be done
Ungodly wonders at my feet
Urge me into shape a being,
a fine presence, no dimensions,
a spirit filled with loathsome hate.
Bind me with his tongue
declaring my arts ending,
when insanity is lastly setting off.
Dormant is my soul
Dormant is my mind, tainted
dormant I, withing my soul
dormant I, instilled with a fear that meets no limitations.
|
||||
2. |
The Vocationist
03:11
|
|
||
|
THE VOCATIONIST
Partisans in a prominent havoc, we are
all guests undone to this freak of a fest
A balance on a strand o' frail declarations,
A poorly-gained, richly-spitted isolation.
Communes to the abyss' discipline,
Insurgence as a pitch-lighted, eerie need.
Would these prints be of a pleasing sham?
Would my prints be of a godly inking?
This ever-stressing principality is abortive,
a vassal excellence encaged in looming fleering.
Cast in rust, in most capacious lands,
This monstrosity is ever thickening.
Communes to the abyss' discipline,
Insurgence as a pitch-lighted, eerie need.
Would these prints be of a pleasing sham?
Would my prints be of a godly inking?
Even applauding acts give off an echoing nastiness.
Now have the most atrocious worn a godly skin.
These so-called prophets and saints,
I am devotional to doubt.
To this point of self-abasing instance,
when the screeching of those gone resonate to a scenery in ash.
Partisans in a soothing havoc, all are
All guests undone to this freak of a fest
A balance on a strand o’ frail interpretations,
A poorly-gained, richly-spitted vocation.
Man, stand forth,
Claim a verdict.
Child, shut away,
All you’re left with is decay.
So, creep, screak up,
speak up, claim your judge.
|
||||
3. |
Shades In My Sleep
03:06
|
|
||
|
SHADES IN MY SLEEP
As rejecting as this life may be...
The past deviations, I am accounted for.
Put out of sight, coerced by inept indoctrinations,
Kneel forth and praise the auspicious rays, applaud this pit of shades.
Solace culminates when bereaving thy death,
A delusive sway is spreading in and away.
Discern the endless white from its opposing charm,
While eyes upon eyes, do match your bow.
This shadow is shrinking deep, like a shriveling serpent,
Just before I grandly march to my devastation.
This soul is wrapped up,
I reach a marshland of no variegation.
Here, truth is the only color
and human shapes no longer are.
Beyond all views imaginable,
into Man's foul and boundless slumber,
A final leap into the Void,
the Greatness to immortality.
An individual's chain of choice
denotes his continuum of faiths to be
Among all hundreds of all dreams,
As of this one-your mind has failed to dream.
Beyond all views imaginable,
into Man's foul and boundless slumber,
A final leap into the Void,
the Greatness to immortality.
|
||||
4. |
Half A God
03:51
|
|
||
|
HALF A GOD
Those shades do gorge the sickest strain,
no shed of light to shine.
Till the lows of relegation,
an intellect been muted.
From womb to death, from peaks opaque
tis god, a god has been usurped,
His image and his likeness served
Yet gladly I succumb.
Halving the craft of uncertainty
Transparent at birth, and nurtured with stench.
this pitching supremacy, our gentle distortion
These drops of sin - a flooding.
This fraudulent squawk is repulsive –
This matter of right has turned into wrongs,
The slump of our grace, related to His,
The far-flawed perfection, beshadowed.
All falls of a kind are nigh,
All earthly conditions predestined,
For birth is a circle of malice.
Those shades do gorge the sickest strain,
no shed of light to shine.
Till the lows of relegation,
an intellect been muted.
From womb to death, from peaks opaque
tis god, a god has been usurped,
His image and his likeness served
Yet reluctantly I'm enthralled.
Preserving the craft of devotion,
The limits of man, (are) the thresholds of God.
His image, his likeness be cast.
Your wills and desires be served.
Inception of life now refined,
This greatness is false, (foolish I).
The carnage is fore and beyond:
"I who beareth the torture, graspeth the freedom that cometh with it".
|
||||
5. |
A Raving Lamentation
04:44
|
|
||
|
A RAVING LAMENTATION
Through the pristine fear of "possession",
In formless dusk a noble power prevails of human nature.
Yet,feeble to maintain a ghostly figure,
It tries to outlast in ruptured "dissensions".
Like a raving lamentation,that bursts into the endless void.
like a calling through the slumber,that propels me to the end.
Infernal dreams or just a blank reality?
I choose to stay in plains of anxiousness and despair,
and become a prey for the One.
He who sits in the dark wise and strong.
Like a raving lamentation,that bursts into the endless void.
Like a calling through the slumber,that propels me to the end.
The lies where upon you lay,inside my organism of endless decay.
I...I sense a serpent of light.
Almost "divided" from human to A godlike demon.
Above the skin of sin,I pierce a holy speech.
They crawl inside me to confound the fabric of my soul.
The lies where upon you lay,inside my organism of endless decay.
I...I sense a serpent of light.
Almost "divided" from human to A godlike demon.
The affliction that spreads Discord and malfunction in my brain.
The meds (that) keep twisting my Serenity.
Who do I serve? Sanity or another astral projection?
A countenance upon the silver light,
is reflecting a deception for creed.
Subjected into a marvellous feeling of greed,
I must pretend the prey of degree.
I belong to my self, I construct that chaos.
There, where you paralyze, I conquer all...
|
||||
6. |
|
|||
|
Instrumental
|
||||
7. |
Spread Of Pestilence
04:42
|
|
||
|
SPREAD OF PESTILENCE
A dismal night, Upon a burning sky
Reflected were the faults of a treacherous nature
An epidemic flowing through poisonous fumes - The vale of human stain.
Oh, screeching terror, rise!
from the breeding pestilence.
I condemn this vain existence
of continuous asphyxiation.
Despise the vacant promises that dub a life elusive
Senseless intuitions, unable to react
The void and its misery, a twin, is sheltering my path
This sinister effect that lays a man aghast.
Rubbing the disease off of my eyes
Strained in depths and rustling devastation
Wiping up the chunks of this flesh I wear
throwing them into the chasm of this feeble world to feed.
Despise the vacant promises that dub a life elusive
Senseless intuitions, unable to react
The void and its misery, a twin, is sheltering my path
This sinister effect that lays a man aghast.
The rusty gears are wheeling
As human dust fuels the engines of our warring.
Encaged in a cosmic cell -
we're stripped of senses and drained in to lethe, (as pestilence spreads).
Fraglant tribes as the darkest depths, awakened and preach mankind the word of loss.
The era of supremacy declared So the dashing of volition does commence.
Indoctrinated in the faltering beliefs so that one's mind would be easily deceived.
Fraglant tribes as the sickest depths, arisen And preach mankind the word of chaos.
|
||||
8. |
|
|||
|
A STRANDED FIGURE PAINTED PUS
(lirycs for this song written by Ω)
Man is nailed to his lack of faith
The ever-stimulated clitoris of God,
swollen in black pus Pops in distorting starvation
And their Mother of One, full of pricks are her hands,
In a half-naked stance And Her womb lacerated as a treat to this Mass.
She excels with her head As the foul-mouthed breath,
When She vomits and turns the pricks black.
Her rotten ol’ teeth, mix of yellow n’ green
are carving a Cross on his genital parts.
The vomit is ooze, filth, putrid and ill
A disciple in orgies, Heaven-flicted travesties.
Chokes the Art of Man. Human Art, porn of God.
The clitoris of God, a Man-sized charlatan
With the hair as a thorn and a poem up his shaft.
Man is chained to his lack of beauty and terror.
The once colorful gardens, now an ill-painted canvas,
Now a bestial crown, a laurel of Pain.
Sperm is poured down the gal’s panting throat, warms her pulsating chest
To mutilate his prick, to mute his slutty screams,
To take a grasp of his clit and pluck it off with virtue.
The dark - vested festivity, all in playful inequity,
The celestial excitements
Then the God-making process meets an end with no cause,
And the echoes of white brasses deluging me.
The glorification of flaws.
The humble inversion of birth,
The gradual dismissal of heartbeat
and Man is as rusty as ever,
a foe needs repel his allies.
The Host needs embrace His vermins.
|
||||
9. |
Zero Omnipotence
04:38
|
|
||
|
Zero Omnipotence
I was created through desperate times and
I burn the empty past with omnipotence.
An invalid state of a sickening mind
conducts to an act of doom,
or just another random choice.
-Down to zero,
a dread mind will collapse
As fear blossoms in sweltering dark,
A revealing entity of soreness
nails me in hideus illusions
and breaks those vivid icons.
-Digging within the flesh
Unholy Leavings
Drowned in my funeral void
while losing what fate provides me.
But we all are slaves of instict.
An instict that has it's own will and forces us
to make a choice.
Like infidel, I drag my self into a vulnerable chaos.
-Stuck in deformed worlds
Through stagnating thoughts
Drowned in my funeral void
while losing what fate provides me.
In doubt we sacrifice our volition.
|
||||
10. |
Terror Polarity
04:00
|
|
||
|
TERROR POLARITY
In death, shackled energy is released from its polar particles
Warp up into duality, non-altered and unseen
Stellar fragments do elude the cosmic sight
Shall jaunt beneath the empyrean realm
Shall gnaw possessed my earthly form
And crack wide-stretched the rift inside
Profane to the point of
Guiding the earthly souls
With non-earthly knowledge
Dipping even deep
The all-observing human reach
Revelation of the Book of Terror
Summoned to the throne of awe
Spirits in decadence
Crossed the meta-edge
From the wombs of mind all shall resurge
Ascending to the Universe's sky
Seeking for the righteous cleansing
The effigy devoured
And now cracks the rift inside
For the essence has been lost
In the most derelict of bonds
Keeping up with the circles of life
The corridors as if blacking holes
A lead to the unknown and stupendous life-force
An empire made up of defiling souls
The abyssal black of their foundation
Delving to the core of a serpentine cosmos
And the stalker makes the move
Summoned to the throne of awe
Spirits in decadence
Crossed the meta-edge
From the wombs of mind all shall resurge
Profane to the point of
Guiding the earthly souls
With non-earthly knowledge
Dipping even deep
The all-observing human reach
Dreams are frail yeat convulsive
Revelation of the Book of Terror
|
||||
11. |
|
|||
|
Inheritance of impious Doctrines
In the shrine of eternity, a mad reptile embraces God's creation.
Atop of withered skies, he sets an agelong black sun.
Like a nameless spirit, he flows into nihility and declares revolution.
A cunning God wishes to enthrone all of mankind in doubt,
Lords of emptiness spread the obscurance.
Like a symphony of death that burns His Domain,
A conspiracy against the vows of slavery.
For those who are not able to break down the curtains of light,
shame on you...
Man made his own choice to walk among those serpents.
This endless damnation that had to happen once and for all.
A fragile existence so piteous, so sinful, yet undone...once and for all.
Ascending from the catacombs of time,
with a poisoned tongue he licks God's presence
He taunts his work for deliverance...
|
||||
Vermingod Πάτρα, Greece
Vermingod first spawned their death metal nature in 2003, gaining notable attention and therefore success within the local
underground scene. 2010 saw the release of their debut album 'The Grand March to Devastation'.
2 years later the "Symptom Cult" EP came.After that Vermingod toured Ireland, 2years later a second LP came "Whisperer of the Abysmal Wisdom"
... more
If you like Whisperer Of The Abysmal Wisdom, you may also like:
Necrotic Verses
by DEATH COURIER
supported by 5 fans who also own “Whisperer Of The Abysmal Wisdom”
This album is absolutely mindblowing death metal! 11/10, cannot get enough! 🤯
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own “Whisperer Of The Abysmal Wisdom”
Mighty and dark blackened death metal.
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own “Whisperer Of The Abysmal Wisdom”
If anyone else had released this album I don't think it would work near as well. It's a winner cause, lyrical content aside, Goratory is so damn serious. The screws are all the way tight on this one.
go to album
Killer, knotty blackened prog from Norway, full of ferocity and complexity, with blistering guitar leads aplenty.
go to album
Oracular Hexations
by Diabolic Oath
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 12, 2024
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 12, 2024
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own “Whisperer Of The Abysmal Wisdom”
great music for the bake sale
go to album
