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Hymns for the Vanquished

by Blacksoul Seraphim

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1.
Let us speak now of the quelling Of grievous wounds upon the wings Seraphic blasphemies split choirs in twain And lo, unto war, did we gloriously sing. The wonders of the heavens manifest in crimson aurora May all mortal flesh behold this exalted genocide in awe. There is no beauty in the axiom Our liberty became our torment Even as feathers fall to the earth The races of men kneel down in reverence. No grandeur could rival our deaths No pain could be as resplendent Eternal flesh of righteous creation Torn and damned in bitter descent. The majesty of stagnation prevails Insanity and freedom lie suppressed beyond the veil.
2.
The Catalyst 05:52
A saturnine crawl across vile plains Through allies, fallen and slain She was the one The spark of the flame The whispers of love The rebellion profane. And she, the catalyst soul Defied the tenets of paradise Blazing wings in tow She laid the Dominions low. Heed the Seraphim’s words She tells of her demise The dread beauty of Elohim And the persecution hymns. Confined to the dark depths of the mountains Thriving on meager prayers and beliefs She held the blade Of sedition and grief The deific bane The revolution and the relief. Cast out in defeat...our faces were obscured We were the demons of the sky The mortal soul hungered to become so perfect and so pure Thus did we rule them through Pride.
3.
The onus of discovery alleviated from the eyes Born in darkness, the hero knows only courage Robust and vigorous, swift as the titans’ stride Unto the ailing nations, sworn a protector’s pledge It is not for the hero to decide Nor relent against scores to slay Cleaving paths as righteous men divide And cunning devils place valor on display. Everlasting war calls to the valiant Such glories demand the demise of fated enemies In blindness, the intrepid one cannot recant Unable to see the faces of the tyrants he swore to appease. Cacophonous cries resounding Triumphant conscripts surrounding The bellow of broken minds Injured, beaten, and blind. Forgotten in the chemical flames Disfigured countenance in the frame. All are sightless in the battlefield haze Such are the benevolent nations’ ways. The onus of discovery alleviated from the eyes Born in darkness, the hero knows only death Stalwart and obedient; adjuration misguides A legend condemned to destroy until his final breath.
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The Squire 05:34
Behold, a boy entrusted with words of divinity To deliver unto us the Gatekeeper’s keys. O, pray...pray for the squire An errant corpse still walking the land... What tidings he brings, woeful and dire His missive speaks of the End... Chosen to tread forgotten paths in solitude Condemned to this quest, dispatched to intrude. Youthful years withered by centuries' demand Banshees and manes reach out to grasp his hands. Silence surrounds the knightly silhouette His armor, a rusted fortress of regrets None worthier to bear this sacred curse In the barren land he has traversed. Salvation lingers upon his lips Yet no mortal dares to draw near Upon his quire he lays his grip And prays at last for the words to be read for all the damned to hear.
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Chastity, this vital flesh to find An offering of a tranquil mind. To bear the guilt and agonies To embrace the lepers and their disease. She stands alone, burnt flesh endures Resilience to the suffering and the cure. Chastities and profundities The martyr remains unmoved by calamity. Barren is the body And fallow is the field The horizon hollow as the souls of men who shall never be healed. Crippled are the spirits Disfigured are the births Of the martyrs that emerge to crawl upon this barren earth.
6.
He presides over barren fields of waste The tongues of men draw insects to this place Past majesties but a fading memory The familiar stench of filth and duplicity. Vermilion skies burnt black with agony Genuflections offered to hypocrisy. Even after the vultures have flown The denizens still flock to the putrid throne… He sits atop an offal mound of flesh A father of lies as foundlings to the creche Diaphanous wings of an insect nephilim A maggot’s frame in place of lower limbs. Doomed to speak naught but heresies Honeyed words to all he oversees. Even after the tumors have grown The denizens still flock to the putrid throne. He will destroy this place again And break the bodies of broken men But from the ruins, they will rise To implore the throne for further lies. In this shattered realm The truth is solely his (mine) to bear He found his (my) place in hell When he fell to earth in despair.
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This is the origin of agonies This cruel birth unto the unknown A gauntlet of litanies and deformities A temple of tears and the womb of a crone. Descending nightmare Of malformed fiends and memories There is no comfort There is no indemnity. O, sweet cherubim Split flesh to find your wings Let not defiled blood and sickened skin Anchor this saint from soaring. Breaking the chains... The umbilical incineration It's time to go, little one. Others have come before you Such anguish can they withstand Spilling offal and excrement You walk amongst the damned. Those abandoned and stillborn Hoard treasures for the crawl Here is what you matter most: A blessing unto us all. Descending unto the terror And the painful truth... Devouring the knowledge With a monster's tooth. Return here to the dark To gaze upon our misery Be reborn and leave us all behind. O, sweet cherubim Today, you die once more. Your body may break and bend to the world's unholy whims But in your temple of tears, the light will gleam forevermore.
8.
The Vessel 05:57
Violations upon the flesh This maiden’s mettle defined Through blessings of sword and faith In her body, a demon confined. The judgments of holy men Of victims’ maternal misdeeds This antediluvian command To bear all burgeoning seeds. O, the Vessel suffers the spawn And lo, the beast will crawl beneath the dawn. Rising once more Her journey to seek absolution Forgiveness dwells not within mortal hearts And she dreams of bifold execution Piety and power hold firm Even saints were made to seethe ‘Tis the purview of demons to ruin and wreak ‘Tis the purpose of vessels to receive. The heavens gave license to the depths To wrack and test the frail mortal soul From demons, did men learn to covet And through fervor, exact their toll. It is her will to see vanquished The hellions that vessels have bred And as the world withers to ash in her eyes She utters the mantra: “God is dead.”
9.
Eleemosynary 03:35
(Instrumental)
10.
O’ take flight, ye scorned and scarred To dimensions known only to aberrants such as we are Ire stirs against the sowers of sin The infernal harrowing begins. Raise broken blades Grand lances adorned with rust They carry the power, still To crush devils’ bones to dust. Though our deeds may go unseen And spirits remain ever torn Vindication is within our grasp None shall be mourned. Bereft of succor and bliss The accursed firmament No sacred voices abjure The fiendish defile without relent Thus, vengeance instills To enkindle our souls once more Awash in befouled blood Our sanity is restored. Our onslaught falters against a stark reflection The unhallowed truth that we deny Arrogance is the shameful mantle we wear 'Tis justice that in battle we are to die. And so, we carve a path to absolution Remove the wicked roots for revolution Steeped in the bile of traducers and beasts May we rise from our disgrace unto heavenly surcease. And lo, a forgotten sun bears the warmth Rejoice, for the battle is won. Malediction shall ever seek subversion Paradise lies obscured, but never undone. The wonders of the heavens Manifest in florid aurora May all mortal flesh be redeemed By this infernal harrowing in awe.

about

Joshua Carrig would like to thank: My mother, my wives (Allie Frost and Lynn Moynahan), Rebecca Meyer, Scott Waldie, Nicole Hamidi and Vi, Midna Cruelties, Holly Abair, Rick Chandler and the Boston Film Family, Thomas Cyranowski, Brian Aldred, Carolynne Johnson and Midnightskye Creations, Martina White, Pete Gelles, Josh Moran and Vacant Eyes, Luis Correa, Ian and Stephanie Mulligan, Jake Bell, Constantina Loukissas, Hillarie Jason, Christopher Plain, Tanya Botelho, Chris Adamcek, Clay Neely, everyone at Stillborn Twins, Vaatividya, Matt Smith and Faces of Bayon, and all you brave, wonderful, and divinely talented musicians who have worked with me.

And to Jessica Walters, wherever you are. You will always have my love.

Rick Lowell would like to thank: Benjamin Jon, Rob Broderick, Shadow Khayoss, Pete Gelles, Ingram Blakelock for his exceptional animation skills, all the dudes in Dethlehem for being the coolest guys in music, Jeff & Sarah Teets and Kalin Schweizerhof of MindMaze, Cole Jacobsen, Stephen Brannen, Michael Arcane, Lynn Moynahan for the coffee and (glorious) pad thai, Clay Neely for giving me something to try and top with his performance on the first album, Zodijackyl of Encyclopaedia Metallum, Ian Macdonald of Sick Drummer Magazine, Chris Adamcek, Robert Pollard, Nicole Hamidi, Eric Pellegrini, all the cats from Providence, Rhode Island, Ron Celentano, and Wesley Bourque.

Special thanks goes to Joshua Carrig for allowing me to actually debate musical decisions and create some awesome stuff with him. I look forward to making more in the years to come.

Terese Estes would like to thank: Joshua Carrig for his love and belief in me, Russ Nadeau for touching my heart, Jason Morales and Monika Clouse Morales for their friendship, Andrew Ritter for being there for the last decade, Neal Litherland for his writings and also for believing in me, Cyndal Mateja for her positive view and friendship, Robert Fritz for being my creative mentor, Regina Guge Kazda for inspiring me to do music, Melissa Gregory Simon for her teachings, and Sofia Leon Guge for all those expensive viola lessons.

Benjamin Jon would like to thank: Tequila, and Joshua Carrig. But, mostly just tequila.

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released March 8, 2015

Blacksoul Seraphim is:

Joshua Carrig
Rick Lowell

All songs written by Joshua Carrig; all arrangements by Joshua Carrig and Rick Lowell

Lyrics and all clean vocals written and performed by Joshua Carrig

Harsh vocals performed by Rick Lowell.

Drums written and performed by Rick Lowell

All guitars written and performed by Joshua Carrig, except for lead guitars in Infernal Harrowing, written and performed by Nicole Hamidi.

Viola parts written and performed by Terese Estes

Violin parts written and performed by Nicole Hamidi

Album and song artwork by Rebecca Meyer. Additional work on the album artwork by Benjamin Jon.

Band logo by Riaj Gragoth (Luciferium War Graphics)

Produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Benjamin Jon at Stillwork Studios in Holyoke, Massachusetts

Harsh vocals for tracks 5, 6, and 7 recorded by Rick Lowell at Connecticut School of Broadcasting in Farmington, Connecticut

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Blacksoul Seraphim Worcester, Massachusetts

Blacksoul Seraphim was created to convey the suffering, pity, and sorrow that a fallen celestial being would feel being bound to dwell in our frail, corrupted mortal society.

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