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Ethos, Pathos, Logos

by zhOra

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1.
The Stone 03:38
Cold, Bereave me. Deep space; I don't understand. Cold war machine, light flickers always. Sweetly put me back into my bed, under the sheets I become a thread. It's a life that's not your own. I'm going full speed towards my debt. Impaled upon the axis of the earth, and drown in flame all of the mountains of man. To act as the ripple from the stone; not cast by my hand. Set course for the sun By the light of a dancing star, time wont let me take the august steps forward. Begin undone.
2.
Riverchrist 04:58
Have you ever seen a wonder I have not wrought? I doubt you taste your freedom at the bottom of my boot, exquisitely placed on your throat. A regal thumb screws you to the stocks (God I am) Bibelot. Abusing your life. Pray to me, I'm not even thinking of you peons. From your throats I'll be sucking the blood. Leverage your fear against you, furthering my own miopic cause. Spirits walk amongst us, at least that's what my edict says is true. Their "will" and "force" fabricated by me. Let me lay my certain hands upon you. Character, faith, hope. Wait, I will show you all. Except the truth; To bequeath your will. He brings words that break me. Spirits walk amongst us; a lie! The only thing is death left to come.
3.
Sin Eater 04:42
A king in yellow, be not like me. Creased with a thousand evils, wrinkled by this scourge. With but one jaundiced eye to perceive the world. Abandon your moral quest! A mystic told. But do I dare heed these scurrilous lies? Slave, at my feet, know your place and serve me. This small kindness lets my clenched fists of hate crush you into the dust, where you will rot. Freak of the ugly skull, begone from my sight. Endeavour failed. May the wilds rot your carcass forever more. And I keep the precepts. Strange bedfellows are the thoughts that I've done wrong and the knowledge that I am.. God to them. Sovereign. I feel the final thread of sanity slip away. Unfaith healer, the true Sin Eater? No. Your makeshift cause though I cannot digest. I walk alone yet, it's not exactly a breach of the common law.
4.
The Breach 07:23
A precept is something to be kept, not flouted in direct contradiction to law. Precepts be kept - not petty charity. Mercy we cannot accept, quarter is something we do not seek; - we exile thee. Repulse the throne, relinquish your seat by the lowest breach of the common law. Chaff must be thrown from the wheat, to concede invites death. Feet bleed outside, scarlet robe entwine my throat and choke the life from me. Henceforth my path will be my own to walk alone, as the kingdom has shunned me. Break ground or will it break me? I wonder if he sees me now languish the perilous wastes for the last withered shred of my human dignity? At least I owned the fucking decision. And though my bones may bend and break and my blood freeze from lack of heat, For the first time I go into the breach. All of the lies run through my soul.
5.
Jettatura 07:46
Hold the river, recede to the source. Cold this blizzard. Dwell not, freeze my hands. Your fruit never borne, your tongue will never cut. No more, claim this land and I'll still walk into the miasma. Just go. Cast out on my own to feel the freezing scorn Cast out now. The breathing cold, frost glass, mist up echoes of who I was to be. Fingers cold, growing black. I've had the cord cut. And I'll slip away, "retrace my roots"? What this means in my mouth makes me consider the presence of good and evil. Nothing more than dead man walking, a very wheel in the machinery of things. Calamitous error - morality. Show me your heart, show me your mind. I only ask, to ponder in unison. For we are one soul, one mind. And the wheel spins on. Eat the weak, eat the young. You'll beg for this torture. Throbbing in my gullet, a piece of this life that's passed on to me. I see an act of kindness. In a tent of their skin I will sleep.
6.
Deposed, the dead issue crunches underfoot like the snow. I will break free from this. A fire inside that feels like something like hope. A fire that burns and sets me on the right path. To wear your skin. You see, a twinkling light was caught by eye While these rattling ribs held the hungriest cage And my nails and my teeth are willing and able. I find it better if you struggle a bit Watching blood pour over me - warm liquid canopy. That scarlet robe - I Ifeel like a king again. And when that false debt is paid eating the old and the weak, You'll fall to your knees and continue to praise me. Covered in the entrails of your elders and your firstborn. Black out. I came forth from the white to end this dearth of the red, but the horror The horror when the only way is death to be absolved. And if you deign to show a kindness, the pigs squeal willingly. Our God is a liar.
7.
Turmoil 05:25
Beggar's sons, sacrifice them all! Tear the weak from their homes from the night until dawn. I've cast out my conscience for my morals wont save me from the black abyss. And I can't even recognise my own fucking face in this broken glass. I'm picking up pieces of who I need to be. Free me, I'm dead inside, living a lie. I can't ignore this feeling in the pit of me, Its drowning me and I can't breathe. Eat the weak, eat the young. Feed the wolf, drown the sun. Bones crunch - marrow, spleen. Living terror. The horror. The pain remits. Falling into sleep, but it's to them a debt I owe. Will they collect? You have unstuck us, now we gnash our teeth. Two broken legs fit well our king, as the blind boats you upstream. Charon. Pitch black night.
8.
The ancient ones are my teachers, but I still teach them a thing or two. My soul glides with the fewer; the better ones. The observant. The ancient ones are my healers, Falling down through my own mind, through these cracks in time. With outstretched arms I welcome you. And regret fills this boat, makes it float onwards towards the future, With the eyes and minds of me and you. I cast out a stone to strike the edge of better shores. I see them now, they strike the sand. Twinkling lights.
9.
Earth'd 03:44
Hold me my anchor. Guide me, passenger. My wounds are real, I made most of them myself. In time they'll heal and I'll hoot in derision.
10.
Jewel of the Nile, safe harbour Rising up from the sand. A wicked life has led me to this port in the driest storm Slave labour. Above on the battlements warriors whoop and drool, shaking their tongues at me. Something's wrong. You're the face that I recall, looking me up and down. The crest of the one-eyed skull. Tear me apart, break my legs, into servitude I go. You will prostrate yourself before me. I remember you and the gift you gave me, molded by the world that you cast me into. I learned to rule from living under your thumb for so long. I've waited to meet you and reveal the glorious splendour of my continued rule. Bury the knife and I'll feast on your insides. You can try to subjugate me, but revenge is something that comes with the territory. And you'd have me eat your sins. That's not a debt I owe. Soothsayer! By my heart I abide, drowning in these thoughts, swallowed up by the tide, Of all the guts and all the blood. I still have this fetid heart. Don't you know I'm nobody's fool? Such a fool. I felt my sould leave my body. Lure me, conform me. Candor abused. See me now; veiled from ruminations. Prostitute my mind but leave me whole? Not quite yet. I am death, It could only be the most glorious suicide. Life's not over Trial's not over. Yet.
11.
Tabula Rasa 07:56
I hear the void. She groans for me. Her lustre of nothingness envelopes my sickness. Bury my bones in the flames of the sun. I whet my teeth as I gnaw on the fabic of my own reality. I have been crushed by the wait, yet now I am weightless. My eye is on fire, all glittered and gold. As the flames melt the skin from my bones, I now know, I am finally home. And nothing more and nothing less. Remains reprise through a crystal eye. Raise me up from the sea of reality, bury my bones in the flames of the sun. Crack the Orphic egg, lay this withered world to rest. Scour all the stars, turn them black. No turning back now. Burn my fucking eyes out so I might finally see you. Remains reprise through a crystal eye. Beggar's sons, burn them all and their books. It's beginning; their end. Beggar's sons, burn them all and their lies. Send them right into the sun.

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"Set to the backdrop of frozen tundras, scorching deserts and the deepest space, "Ethos , Pathos, Logos" is a sprawling tale of a bloodthirsty despot and his feral minions. It speaks to the hypocrite in all of us and shifts the gaze inwards. An hour long journey through past lives and cannibalism, this album is sure to draw parallels with Mastodon's "Crack the Skye", Tool's "Lateralus" or Pink Floyd's "The Wall" while firmly standing on its own feet as a steadfast entry into the Prog movement pantheon."

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released October 27, 2017

Recorded by Dave O' Brien & Ciaran Culhane in Limerick and Tipperary, 2016-17.

Produced by zhOra

Mixed & Mastered by Aidan Cunningham

Artwork by Jake Kobrin

Layout and design by DabulgaDesign

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4 piece Irish progressive sludge band from Clonmel, Ireland.

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