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This version of the dark 3-way split album between Precaria, D.I.S. (now Iniel) & Dominus Ira has been entirely remastered at Necrosound Studio, optimized for streaming and digital media.
The download includes high-resolution artwork.
The original version can be streamed/downloaded at https://i-voidhangerrecords.bandcamp.com/album/metamorphosphoros
Exclusive edition of Precaria Ex Abyssia t-shirts, from the conceptual split Metamorphosphoros. Very high quality golden and grey scale serigraph. Depicting the Ex Abyssia drawing by BMS Illustration and Precaria logo in the front, the MTHPRS Sigil in the back with a fragment of the lyrics, and the Desavenencia logo in the left sleeve.
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Metamorphosphoros - Limited Edition CD (I, Voidhanger Records)
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Released to 500 copies by I, Voidhanger Records. Comes in fully transparent jewel case. Main artwork and sigil by Elijah Tamu of Ikonostasis Artworks. Booklet edition and arrangements by Ianzel of Precaria with help of Francesco Gemelli, containing additional artworks by BMS Illustration, D.I.S. and Alexey Domineus. Professionally printed in 16 page booklet with lyrics and logos.
* Out of stock via Desavenencia. Still being distributed by Season of Mist (USA, France), Zero Dimensional Records (Asia) & Plastic Head / Code 7 (UK & Rest of the World).
Includes unlimited streaming of Metamorphosphoros
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Dominus inversus, sic transit mors ego.
Laudate creatio, laudate interitus.
Aqua - terra - ignis - aura
On poisoned flesh I reside, in soil I decay.
My Soul is part of the "Source" (primal Oneness).
The wind brings to me a chthonic end,
Forever transfigured in God: supreme Void of Death.
...And now unleash the self-devouring beast.
I burn my soul with Theion in self-immolation.
Embraced by the Fires of Transformation.
I descend to the Abyss and calcine my layers of clay.
I despoil myself from "flesh" and rise from spiritual precariousness.
Maldito sea el día en que la patética raza humana se multiplicó como plaga,
y más maldita la doctrina religiosa que esconde su verdadero rostro
tras un velo sostenido por ciegos.
El enfermo se arrastra frente a la iglesia pidiendo limosna,
pero dentro "predican y no practican", alimentan a su padre: la Avaricia,
y saliendo se revuelcan en la inmundicia. ¡Hipócritas!
Ex abyssia, profunda atrissima...
The descension to the Abyss is the ascension to Divinity.
Ex abyssia, mors atrissima...
The purge of the Spirit is attainable through Death.
For you are all Dust, and to Dust you will return.
Regina nigra lux maxima - suprema divina est.
Theion!
In pale skin we descend.
With black wings we ascend.
As one with Chaos we transcend.
Ex abyssia, profunda atrissima...
The descension to the Abyss is the ascension to Divinity.
Ex abyssia, mors atrissima...
The purge of the Spirit is attainable through Death.
For you are all Dust, and to Dust you will return.
On poisoned flesh I reside, in soil I decay.
My soul is part of the "Source" (primal Oneness).
The wind brought to me a chthonic end,
Forever transfigured in God: supreme Void of Death.
I am the infinite Light. (Ain Soph Aur)
Black for he who sees from white.
And bright for he who "in solivagance" dwells in dark.
Oh black fire, path of my desire.
Surrender to the Noxvoid, drink from the Ophidic Venenum,
Submerge into Nigredo, achieve the state of Prima Materia.
Del abismo, la mas negra Muerte en su veneno me sumerge.
...And now I pierce existence with the envenomed sword of death.
My time has come to dethrone the self-proclaimed god.
"I'm the Void incarnated, the omniversal God."
Las religiones son la ceguera de la humanidad,
la humanidad es huérfana y en su debilidad crea fantasías miserables.
Los órganos de la iglesia que son representados como
las autoridades eclesiásticas deben ser acribillados,
la jerarquía de la iglesia debe ser desmembrada.
Tanto el mas psicópata obispo como el mas ignorante feligrés...
La mancha negra de la ignorancia, teñida con forma de santo...
La denigrante peste, mendigando entre la gente con nombre de "salvación"...
¡Maldita monja! La "magdalena" contemporánea, la zorra de la iglesia.
Y malditos sus hijos bastardos quienes se percatarán de que no hay
tal celibato ni tal santidad.
La única corona de espinas la carga la humanidad...
(Traficando los órganos de la iglesia...)
...Derrama desgracia en cada penetración que hace,
escurre de perdición a cada ser que la toca,
envuelve en un aura de podredumbre a quien la porta.
(Decapita la falsa doctrina de la iglesia...)
¡La verdadera corona de espinas es la misma religión!
Oh dios mundano, fornicado seas.
Vierto tu sangre violada en la "divinidad" malformada.
Latígo a la víctima que de mesías fue disfrazada.
Y con omnipotencia yo mismo porto la luz verdadera.
Nigraluminiscencia...
Veni, veni dominus, dominus lux ferre...
Precaria vida inútil humana...
Plagada de ignorancia con sus dogmas se humilla.
Desangrada observa sus heridas y atenta contra la cruz.
Ve hacia el camino de discordia y sáciate con el mal...
Magna deicidae opus nigrum est.
La obra negra...
¡La obra negra deicida!
¡Maldita iglesia, malditos "santos", maldita doctrina!
Sacrifica tu vida como homenaje a la aversión.
Las masas deben incarse ante la anti-religión que predomina.
¡Corona tus actos como la gran obra negra deicida!
¡Muerte al falso dios!
Disinherit the fetters of Eve,
in a grand, mercurial unraveling
May the abysm-borne, zenith-bound tower
be how the fallen arise
to descend, as a guillotine,
upon the neck of treason manifest
Zodiacal bastard of the vortex Pandorum,
Death is thy birthright!
My downward ascent through a burning spire
of spirit and flesh intertwined
is a spear into the iris of a twice-descended spiral eye
and a guillotine upon the neck of treason
Manifest . . .
Flaw of flesh, vessel of brass, pall of Ain
Become dawn of Dis’s inheritance!
Her body is a skeletal oasis,
wherein my essence is defleshed
Like a never-flowing stream
Liberated to transform - to transcend
Ascend - Below, thee ascend!
Know we were sent to the Earth with dissent!
Ascend . . .
(Interlude I: “Conitor Kaosendo Somnium”)
The relation of a ray to it’s source -
the most cogent example of emanation
Distinct forms of a common substance form relations
All else is incinerated
A glare in stained-glass traumaspheres
Shine Hell through windows into paradise
Raised hands which strain to grasp and domineer,
reach and then are seared
by the radiance of a feral, narcotic dawnfeast
Vengeance or forgiveness . . .
To the flames, it makes no difference
In the symmetry of sin and grace,
Slaves astray. . . so limited
to the Inferno of fury and bliss
Icons of the Uncreated Light
In the shade of which I will find
freedom through death
and thus, freedom from life . . .
Drowning the glacial in seas of their melting deceit
Thawing the frost of my black heart with white flame
The incendiary javelin of my adversarial spirit ascending
rips the firmament, delivering a fatal wound
Atavistic antithesis
All existence nullified in the Void
Inferno!
Forge for me a blade, so I may cut through this dense, untamed maze
Inferno!
Guide my hand to where throats of parasite jackals wait
Inferno!
Brand me with your name so all may know thee when I storm their gates
Inferno!
Drown me, in the end, into the source from whence all emanates
(Interlude II: “Le Grand Néant”)
Before order and entropy
From chaos unto dust and everything in between
After a phosphorescent emanation
Thrives the immortal source of transformation . . .
Light beyond dark
Darkness beyond light
Let us go out into the fields,
where seven lamps light wreaths of dried amaranth,
exiled evermore - Awaken, sons of Lucifer!
(Metamorphosis via gnosis of Theion)
Radiate serene and manifest as an assassin -
A catalyst of havoc and death!
Eons make no mark on eternity
For in the lungs of Hexen Segen breathes . . .
The desolating heir to Chaos’ stolen throne!
Air and fire’s all-consuming, volatile culmination
Sulphur, mercury, arsenic -
Sinistral alchemical poison-as-panacea!
Under the wings of Icarus,
coursing through zephyr winds,
in the narcotic veins of Lilitu . . .
To wield the knife of Non
To carve my name into the heart of God
I breathe, not to inhale life,
but to exhale death unto eternal night
Create to negate profanation
Liberation, in the name of . . .
METAMORPHOSPHOROS
Through thy morbid visions I arose,
in ghastly nightmares, in despair...
The seer of all your hopes,
horned prophet of your dreams...
Behind the burning skeleton of a chapel
rise the spirits of the flame.
Inflexible will of thy blackest might;
heralds of the End.
Barren lifeless dreams of Jesus...
Ashes of your empty faith...
"Ab igne ignem"
Praise the sulphur halls of the Deep.
In the scorched coffin of Jericho,
lie the ashes of your rotten faith.
Twilight archways of heaven's gates
are wrapped in blackest fire.
Virgin divinity now gone and broken...
Nothing left behind the back of God.
Whirling chaos spheres and reign of death.
Divine screams of fallen angels,
prophetic sign of universal end.
I stand on a pile of wingless bodies;
God will reap as he has sown.
Oh, old man in clear-white clothes
with a fading nimbus above the head:
For how long can you stand before shining crystal darkness
looking as your servants fall in agony?
What is the reason for you to exist?
When i stand in the ashes of your temples.
Angels, silent beholders of your final fall
now lay frozen and forgotten.
The new era has finally come:
Nothingness, chaos, total death.
Dying in the realm of the living,
I was born in the kingdom of the dead.
Into the fathomless worlds of darkness...
I will become the eternal coldness.
The witnesses of all four directions
have been convoked for a final ceremony.
Charcoals of the black flame
will be blown out by the coldness of my presence.
Predecessors of life;
their whisperings are the revelation of eternity;
black shadows are calling me into the reality of dreams.
I am the burning pentacle.
I am wandering through the invisible abysses;
blaze of the soul illuminates my way.
The mind is not imperious here
and the world does not yield to be defined.
Into the fathomless worlds...
I shall become the eternal coldness.
about
Metamorphosphoros is a conceptual split album where the three bands present their personal vision in the form of high quality dark and cathartic black metal art.
credits
released March 30, 2018
Produced with high synergy during the second half of 2017 by the respective bands.
Main artwork and sigil painted by the virtuous artist Elijah Tamu (Ikonostasis) carefully developed from the concepts presented by the three bands and his own vision.
Booklet edition and inlays arranged by Ianzel Rodriguez with the help of Francesco Gemelli, containing song lyrics and additional artworks drawn by Bryan Maita of BMS Illustration for Precaria, Thomas Sipes of D.I.S. for Deathspiral of Inherited Suffering and Alexey Domineus for Dominus Ira.
Released by I, Voidhanger Records in March 30, to 500 copies in CD format.
Also distributed by Season of Mist (USA, France), Zero Dimensional Records (Asia) & Plastic Head / Code 7 (UK & Rest of the World).
Additional info:
Guitars, vocals and bass recorded at a vault using the built-in microphone of a mobile device. Drums recorded at Metal Baboon Soundroom (Monterrey). Mixed and mastered by Ianzel Rodriguez at Necrosound Studio.
DEATHSPIRAL OF INHERITED SUFFERING (United States)
Line-up:
Principivm Angvis - lead guitar, vocals, lyrics, composition, bass, ambiance
Manus Vaecord - drums
K Ø V R M - rhythm guitar
Additional info:
Recorded entirely at Faustian Studio (Tennessee) by Principivm Angvis and Manus Vaecord. Mixed by Matt Vanelli and Faustian Magus. Mastered by Matt Vanelli (K Ø V R M). Logo by Thomas Sipes (Principivm Angvis).
DOMINUS IRA (Russia)
Line-up:
Dmitry Kir - guitars, vocals, bass, keyboards, composition
Sculpto - session drums
Additional info:
Lyrics on "Ashes of Your Faith" and "Eerie Subterranean Call" written by P. Meyer (Thy Kingdom Ablaze) and lyrics on "...of Coldness" written by Dmitry Kir (DeadHead, Thy Kingdom Ablaze, owner of Bloodred Visions Zine). Inlay artwork by Alexey Domineus. Recorded in an Orthodox Church in Moscow by Dmitry Kir and Sculpto. Mixed and mastered by Sadist (Tetragrammacide, Misanthropic Art, SS-18, Cyber Baphomet, Lashblood).
Credit to Luciano Gaglio of I, Voidhanger Records, for believing in our vision and aiding in it's fulfillment. And thanks to everyone supporting our sincere art.
A flawless masterpiece, just listen to the majestic riffs of Or She-ein Bo Mahshavah, not to mention the admirable lyricism and compositions from start to finish. A true gem of anticosmic revelation! 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 ⛧ 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖆
Darkness above all. Atmospheres, compositions and even the haunting vocals... Everything converges in a unique blend of black metal and magic that will leave the listener wanting for more. 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 ⛧ 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖆