The first song I ever created in terms of "completeness".
lyrics
////// From Dränsilane's Disynxiym:
The story begins in a time not too far from here with a traveling company dedicated to enriching the world with its medical expertise. However, even a person (or in this case, a group) with the best of intentions can be snared into traps of greed and obsession, as one of their the company's members was soon to realize. His story starts with a society that is meant to be a sort of icon for the world to adore, a light in the dark for those who need it. It is the Kingdom of Lavu. In this kingdom, there are many different types of people who come together in a large melting pot of cultures. This particular kingdom was ruled by a group called the Windy Summit, consisting of nine individual members. The significance that the individuals of Lavu carried was indisputable; they followed their leaders like sheep. However, this was not the case elsewhere. In another faraway land, there lived a boy named Roanin. He was a shy individual, and mostly incapable of making friends with his peers. He hated the government that ruled the lands that he played in, especially because of the Terror, the Royal Family’s secret police unit. They loved to not only make a mockery of those who chose to stand up to the Royal Family, but assassinate lowly individuals just for the sport of it. Of course, accusations that the secret police committed such crimes wouldn’t ever make it to a court. Meanwhile, as the sun passed, Roanin gazed upon himself on the surface of the water. Today had been a long day. Ever since his father's mysterious disappearance, Roanin and his stepmother could not afford to keep the farm that they had loved and held so dear. Roanin tried to make the best of it, though.
////// From Earth Book I:
When the Forest become silent,
Then you can hear the screams.
The screams of the Dwellers.
But the children of Unkardia,
The children of the Creator,
Know not of the Dwellers themselves.
For they are not demons that are born of the dimensional rift.
Many Unkardians believe this.
And thus it is that they record it.
They write in their books of old.
As if they know everything about the universe.
This is not true.
They know nothing of the gods.
When the Forest become silent,
Then you can hear the screams.
The screams of the Dwellers.
But the children of Unkardia,
The children of the Creator,
Know not of the Dwellers themselves.
For they know nothing of the gods.
The Dwellers themselves,
The lost souls that were harvested,
Were the components of the Magot Tower,
The Tower that exists on the island of Exeräise.
They were chopped limb from limb by the evil tyrant.
The tyrant that ruled over Exeräise.
He was a despot of two kingdoms.
He was Dränsilane.
Dränsilane, the king of the dead,
Is neither dead nor living.
He exists merely to aid the civilized,
The righteous, the lovely, the faithful,
To make sure they fall into not darkness,
But of shadow,
For it is here the realm of the dead lies.
His horse, once the prized stallion of Ryanuagah
The blighted king Unkardia refers to as Ryan,
Is the absolute deathbringer of the world that exists here and elsewhere.
The true nature of the stallion is unknown,
But many say it rivals the Sun in majesty of darkness.
Though it is of darkness that is the stallion.
And not the shadows.
Low, low in the realms of shadows,
Lies the king himself, a prisoner of the Frogplain.
The Frogplain is pandemonium,
And not serene as one may believe.
In the Frogplain lies not frogs, but devilish creatures that Creator himself,
He did not create.
The waters are murky and black like sludge,
There is no light.
The Sun has no realms with the Earth.
And thus it cannot traverse the Frogplain.
The Frogplain, below Hell,
Is the devilish creation of Ryanuagah
For after he lost his stallion,
His fingers began to smell of decaying flesh.
And he began to rot.
First his extremities,
Then his limbs,
And as he had been healthy a year before,
A year later, he had lost his arms to bodily decay.
The stench of his body caused many to avoid him,
Even his doctors refused to treat the blighted king.
Before he passed, he created the Frogplain,
So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah.
His eyes milky white,
His skin muddy brown and shriveled,
King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne,
For no individual would move him.
The throne room was walled up,
And it became his crypt.
It was when Dränsilane became king,
That Ryanuagah, his long lost ancestor,
Contacted him through Dränsilane’s persistent visions,
And told him to seek out the Plain that no eye could see.
It was beyond Hell that this realm was,
And thus, it was the mission of Dränsilane to be bound for it in death.
The realm could not be accessed through normal death, said the voice of Ryanuagah,
But through ancient rituals and sacrifice.
So much did Dränsilane believe this,
That he sacrificed friends and family,
Even his brother,
Even his sister,
So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah.
His eyes milky white,
His skin muddy brown and shriveled,
King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne,
For no individual would move him.
The throne room was walled up,
And it became his crypt.
So that his descendant may seek revenge against those who oppressed Ryanuagah.
His eyes milky white,
His skin muddy brown and shriveled,
King Ryanuagh collapsed and was left to rot in his throne,
For no individual would move him.
The throne room was walled up,
And it became his crypt.
The generations continued until Dränsilane’s third descendant,
Still bloodthirsty and full of rage,
Happened upon the entrance to Du Garma Canyon,
And it was only the power of the light that had been forgotten,
That stopped Dränsilane’s descendant from fully realizing the contents within.
Dränsilane’s descendants died and died again,
And began to rot.
Dränsilane’s seventh descendant Norfell,
The man born with one eye,
He married Mathilda,
And they had five children.
The light returned to Unkardia briefly.
And all was well.
The town of Rasoe was successful,
The town of Heretmedel was beautiful,
And this lasted within the space of 50 long years,
Norfell the one-eyed king,
Had had a son named Emeroch,
A boy with a third eye in the palm of his left hand.
Unlike many,
This eye was shut and there was no way to open it.
The man Emeroch,
The man with the third eye,
Was the one who would bring about the era of light,
And the knowledge within man.
Light is a pathetic thing,
For it never lasts long.
It never lasts at all,
With the darkness that binds it to do its bidding.
And thus even in light is darkness,
Since the world is light,
There is darkness in the world.
And thus darkness in the hearts of man,
And darkness gives birth to insanity,
And thus is the current condition of man.
The first piece sounded like what I imagine the red eye storm of Jupiter sounds like with winds blowing hundreds of miles per hour that could shred through flesh like wet tissue. I heard a intriguing bass synthesizer in the background. The second track was more harsh noise with an angelic choir in the background and the final piece was a cacophony of machines. I really don’t like Harsh Noise Wall but I can’t deny that it is art because it can evoke an unsettling feeling. This was not to my taste Dionysus Virus
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I love the beautiful sounds of this album but I don’t have a favorite song. I have a favorite title, it’s called “I Am An Idol, But You Can Call Me The Pope”.. p.s- The Pope Smokes Dope! Dionysus Virus
C. Diab describes “Exit Rumination” as “a sonic exorcism,” and its dark, swelling songs are equal parts catharsis and tension. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2018
