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Obiasot Dwybat Ptnotun

by Anarkhon

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Mark Lindhout
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Mark Lindhout What a fucking BEAST of a record. Like being trapped inside of an enormous, ancient machine which sole purpose is to grind bones and pulp nails and flesh.

Ungodly delicious, that's what. Death metal is not dead — that's for sure.
YomaBarr
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YomaBarr The sepulchral crawl, they crawl with us, over land and sea they hail... 🎶 Not from this album, but I guess the best description of it.
The evolution Anarkhon underwent and still undergoes is incredible. They found their voice on Phantasmagorical Personification and now deepened it. Things from your deepest horrors...

Haha I can listen to something else than the goddamned Ikarie again :D Favorite track: The Aura Of Extinction.
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H.L. Obscure, mysterious, ancient darkness and evilness characterizes this atmospheric and epic death metal album. It is massive and the growls come directly from the abyss. The mood reminds me at old Nile releases without the Egyptian focus. One of few death metal albums I really like because of its dense atmosphere and complexity. Favorite track: Deliberate Chaos Caused By Violations Of The Laws Of Nature.
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At night a great abyss was invoked And the skies haunted by ancient dreams Rose to the window of the lone observer To merge with the closed air now completely poisoned Your mistake was to imagine that horror It was associated only with darkness, silence and loneliness You forgot the primordial fear The one that inhabits the vastness of the cosmos Memory sometimes makes merciful exclusions to make you think it was just a dream Terrifying perspectives on reality Possibilities that were once unimaginable Now reveal unfathomable and cataclysmic darkness Forcing you to confront with unspeakable blasphemies No new horror can be more terrible Than the torture of not knowing what watches us From behind the shapeless oceans of the universe Peering into the cracks of reality You witness with your dead eyes A grotesque and repulsive chaos Spewing dead constellations of stars
2.
Peeking through the small crack in the walls of false reality Where majestic death is just a puppet lost In the colossal tentacles of disgusting anomalies Your vision and intellect crumbles and you are completely emptied From what was once called a human essence Faced with the staggering magnitude from the tangle of madness Atoms and the laws of physics collapse Forced to enter a state of agonizing meditation You watch catatonic even the phantasmagoric death itself begs to live Here lies the epicenter of all fear, the sultan of all realities The one who reigns levitating among unspeakable cosmic anomalies
3.
The filthy, ghostly voices of the bringers of pain echo across the multiverse Every atom that forms my human anatomy is shattered by the blasphemous chant of the nightmare sultan Slowly whispering the grotesque infamous names Madness carved from dark matter, cosmic symbols indecipherable to the fragile human mind Six thousand ancient tongues cannot express the horror of the cosmic devourer The stench of the abject creature is capable of awakening even the dead The evil sound of their hooves hitting the ground is deafening Totally out of balance with the cosmic plane and the laws of physics The light of our once heavenly sun now covered by the shadow of the shapeless abomination's wings The galaxy eater that spews black holes and impales dying stars One who guards the portal to another place never before imagined The fall and crumbling of all human reality Your dreams now belong to him In an immoral and inexplicable astral dimension Where your memories brings only fear and deep sadness The majesty of ruin, the splendor of adversity empties your being completely
4.
I speak to those who dream Of touching death's terribly cold lips I speak to those who flirt with life, Always suspicious and with the feeling That something is watching us in the cracks of reality I speak to those who make sacred what is impure And impure what is sacred I speak to those who dare to whisper The name of the ancient majesties of chaos I speak to those whose tireless philosophy of life Is to crush once-pure hearts with the incessant beating of nails I speak to those tormented living In the sensory nightmare I speak to those who fear The controller of human dreams I speak to those who wish to destroy The natural order of the astral plane You are guided into the den of loathing and emptiness with a mind paralyzed in funereal ecstasy Fear lights your way, but at the arcane vision every atom in your body collapses Glimpse the splendor of your majesty death It who spits the poison of self-denial into the wounds of the righteous Life, dignity and honor annihilated with cosmic stars as witnesses The tragic gleam of your eyes, now gives way to complete bitterness
5.
Beyond the realm of the unknown Dimensional maze where laws don't apply Space and time collapse in a hidden way Matter composed of things that escape our cognition Elusive entropy floating among the rubble of time Universe instability is key to cosmic implosion Galaxy devouring galaxy, worlds devouring worlds Star deities corrupted by higher forces Time never went in circles Straight ahead straight towards chaos There is no reversal once immersed in entropy The pillars of knowledge destroyed every second Black hole devourers swallowing matter Invincible force breaking the very law of creation The end of the dimensions known to man has come Here is death, here is the consecration of absolute disorder
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Be afraid, a real and deep fear Faced with the staggering magnitude of the tangle of madness coming from the deep well of the cosmos you take a deep breath and touch your chest impatiently you realize, that there is nothing there, not even a beat You're stand before something older than the waters of the oceans Laden with the terrible memories and dreams of Time In the end, the one who rests at the bottom will be able to rise The anomaly to human eyes waits and dreams in the depths of countless time When you wake up your brain deliberately makes you forget What you saw in your dreams, to avoid insanity The horrible possibility that they exist becomes A reality before your disbelieving eyes He who controls dreams has men forever trapped In the tangle of his filthy tentacles In the endless black abyss you experience the sensation of sharp pain and fascination. Hypnotized by the one who hides behind the superficial mutability of what we call reality
7.
Formless spectral conglomerate Hideous figures result of an unknown merger Perpetually open vortex above the firmament Darkness is no longer alone The complex sphere...of fire pierces the atmosphere Through the clouds...the primordial poison falls Billions of years...after earthly bloom The vast and pitiless void...has finally caught up with us Witness the end of the alliance..between humans and oxygen Eyes and tongues ripped out...with their bare hands in utter despair Self-mutilation to not witness or pronounce your name Abstract matter strangles your mind and existence Revealing beings discarded by the cosmos that shouldn't exist Hope and kindness are ripped from your being All feelings are replaced by fear, loss and death The complete dissolution of what we once called home It's ruled by timeless anomalies that took eons to reach us
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Swallowing the light of all creation This is the one above cosmic architects The very particle of annihilation The one who makes time vibrate and displaces the pillars of entire astral planes Soaked by the indescribable dark matter Anger is released over the entire firmament The rest of beings once sacred now forever lie in the horrible bowels of the abomination bearer You will surrender to anomalies, float through the cosmic tentacles of despair, drink the fluid of life and be part of the whole Oceans of aeons were traveled until nightmare reached you The one who taught death itself how to kill and cause pain The one who vomited the whole of the cosmic tissue where the illusion lives The first-born aberration of the macrocosm holds the filthy secret of death A terrible and evil power will emerge from the bowels of the warped hallucination No star will shine as it hovers with its unfathomable rotted wings in our solar system Only in total delirium will you be able to pronounce the name of the unfathomable nightmare With each wing flapping time is destroyed and the pillars of the laws of the universe collapse

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Advancing on from 2020’s stunning "Phantasmagorical Personification of the Death Temple", the second DMP album from São Paulo’s ANARKHON raises the stakes in the realm of arcane rotting Death Metal: 23 years into their career and this band just gets darker and more devastating with every turn.

Although permeated with decay, this is not purely old school Death Metal. There is a forward-thinking bent to the sublimated, twisted melodies which often contain echoes of angular contemporary Black Metal, a psychopathic precision in the brutal rhythms and horrific haunted vocalisations, with the whole bolstered by organic production preserving the putrefied atmosphere while maintaining instrumental clarity.

At once ancient and innovative, listening to "Obiasot Dwybat Ptnotun" is like being dragged into a remorseless, churning hell-tunnel filled with cosmic Lovecraftian nightmares. Death triumphant.

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released March 17, 2023

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