Contravened

by Catharsus

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Antonio Herrera The best tune ever, honor to play with you all. Antonio, the drummer for Shortcoming of Silence. Favorite track: The Empyrean.
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released September 13, 2013

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Catharsus is a 5 piece melodic-death metal band from central California.

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Track Name: Postnecrotic Transmogrification
An epidemic arises...infecting the masses like wildfire amongst a field of chaparral. Effected like rabid dogs. They'll lurch their way upon you with an endless appetence of holocaust. Oh no! They've gotten me by the fetch. Ah! They're feasting on my flesh. These that should lay in their graves. Nevermore shall they ever remain. Only to walk the Earth enslaved by their pruriency to gorge upon brains. Now the malignant gnaws through corporal exterior, siphoning every ounce of life from within, putrefying it's source of humanity, bastardizing it into one of them. I, the poor soul that was mutated into one of them, unaware of consciousness and dead-set on feeding. Your brains, the most vital thing that defines you beings, soon to be my ever so unfulfilling tasty treat. Then, truly then, you'll discover our veracious intent but by then you'll be veiled by the transmogrification. Make haste and find solitude fast for all we know salvation could be within our grasp. Oh no! We've gotten you by the fetch. Ha! We're feasting on your flesh. These that should lay in their graves. Nevermore shall they ever remain. Only to walk the Earth enslaved by their pruriency to gorge upon brains.
Track Name: Sons of Hodir
Beyond scorched plains amassed by the sixth day creation, within a vale benumbed with the chill of Death's vacation is where they dwell, bereaved of sustentation. The begotten heirs of a frigid father's bleak instruction. A most treacherous clan, blessed by the Frore Lord's hand. We are the Sons of Hodir. Through frostbitten peaks echoes our infamy. With such vehemency, we'll vanquish mortal fiend, past vast lands and seas, reeking of blasphemy. Heedlessly, gather all Ye offering, with not a corpse shall be alive or in frailty, for what through our veins is laced with venery. In the black of the night, we are the freezing bite crawling up your spinc, the congealing sting welcoming, we are the Sons of Hodir.
Track Name: A Darkened Passenger
From the decay of my moral code to whom indwelling doctrines I've disowned, to what supersedes my soul whose eminence I've enthroned. Within the depths of me, seethed great misanthropy, aching to see you bleed, your sanguine bears such ecstasy. Soon my child you'll forever slew, soundly like a herd of butchered sheep. Nestled all snug in your blood so cold. Reprieved of all ye early woes, dreaming of a world beyond such qualms. Beset by the bane, facilely the light begins to wan. Vacant this vessel lays, a darkened passenger to obtain. Once the bale pervades, thy eager blade swiftly maims. With all the blood that cascades, true contentment is attained. Fuming with utter disdain I am of which those blackened hearts preyed, an antidote of an acquired shame, a cimmerian savior incarnate. Leading a prophecy, mis-shapened and ugly. Rest is but a memory 'til extirpation is achieved.
Track Name: The Empyrean
O' how frivolous are these lives that we live, toiling all day for a feeble slice of bread, leaving them to spoil, to rot without intervention, curdling away into a hapless expiration. There we stand a mass effigy asininely stationed in a vast volatile sea awaiting the arrival of an ambiguous entity to salvage or char this forlorn species. O' great Empyrean, whelming the infinite sky, to your allegiance our pitiable souls we lie. If to an inferno of a thousand suns you decide, then utmost graciously shall we oblige. Our eyes widen at the spectacle we see, clustering in to a manifest of anxiety. Losing sight of our vitality, blinded by a fate cursed with equivocacy. O' great Empyrean, whelming the infinite sky, to your allegiance our pitiable souls we lie. If to an inferno of a thousand suns you decide, then utmost graciously shall we oblige. Swallowing us whole, the galactic unknown. O' great Empyrean, whelming the infinite sky, to your allegiance our pitiable souls we lie. If to an inferno of a thousand suns you decide, then utmost graciously shall we oblige.
Track Name: Contravened
The way your body quakes, the sheer terror on that gaudy-masked face, only incites my needs to disgrace your every being. The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone, nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul. When the wellspring runs dry, when those pious vermin devitalize the vine, there'll be nothing left to those who walk the line, so why even try? Virtue seems so passé when unhallowed ambrosia tastes so sweet and her surplus is more fulfilling than a babe to its mother's teat. The searing flames won't squelch my desire alone, nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul. For I've made my bed amongst depraved bones and rifely to the whore's chalice, I will indulge. I will intrude your pearly gates through wiled devilry, flattered by a grin you'll fall to the arms of execrable sin. Teeming in flames won't squelch my desire alone, nor will the Almighty's scorn deter this wayward soul. For I've made my bed amongst depraved bones and rifely to the whore's chalice, I will indulge