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The Art of Morphology

by Dawn of Ouroboros

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Adam Van Hoosen
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Adam Van Hoosen I really respect a heavy band who isn't afraid to have soft passages. THAT alone makes them progressive. And the amazing melodic solos too. STELLAR production! Favorite track: Spiral of Hypnotism.
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tremaparagon It was an absolute treat to discover you through DWS and then find that y'all are not just talented but also wonderful people irl. Had an absolute blast feeling this album in full force! Looking forward to next time already
-Kaz Favorite track: Lunar Cathexis.
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sonicnerveinduction84 Progressive Melodic Black Post Metal. That's if you want to try and categorize this masterpiece, which is impossible. Stellar musicianship, songwriting, and one of my favorite new vocalists. We're nearing the end of the year and this is easily in my running for album of the year. Simply stunning. Favorite track: Sorrow's Eclipse.
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Any attempt to smother the life from the filth filled existence will only result in doom for you. Domination of your system’s makeup, internal collapsing, a leader of its kind. Proliferation of the virulent, a root of higher intelligence or so it’s believed. Survival achieved by morphing. Disguising its core reasoning, rapid regeneration. Any attempt to smother the life from the filth filled existence will only result in doom. Domination of your system's makeup, internal collapse. A leader of its kind, a strength leaving the weak behind. A dictator consistent in restructuring is controlling your thoughts through mutation. An intruder and thief of life.
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Heavy mist engulfing the Carpathian Mountains, rolling in with algid winds, developing the night. The scenery becomes symbolic of the natives insinuations. Through heavily wooded darkness emerges a pack of eyes. What he is, is a mystery. He has peaked my curiosity. Who he is nobody really knows. Blood in his veins has a numbing glow. The journey ends with the sight of the castle’s pinnacle. Standing proud above the mist, invoking bliss. Pressure of the fangs to flesh, immortality lies ahead. Bled to life. Imprisoned for eternity. “You left your eyes open, the eternal gaze. I wasn’t prepared for the words left unsaid. Incense half burnt out their ash, dangling by what remained. The strata of the smoke rings around the ceiling fan, remains here.
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The trail headway encompasses the allure of your existence. Project your image in front of me, always kept just out of reach I crave the unseen. Your eyes Drag me to energy, illuminating the tensions of this grace. Each step into a memory fades. I ache for more than a still framed image. These sounds become a melody to lead my mind into projecting your image. Falsifying the pathways into a memoir, taunted by senses wishing to draw back. Each step into a memory fades. I ache for more than a still framed image These sounds become a melody to lead my mind into projecting your image (x2)
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A sudden whirlwind draws near, hooking its prongs into vulnerable. The beginning haze of obsession enters the stream of fuel. Deteriorating logic and enhancing obscenity. The impurities reaching cerebrum. Rage, fury plaguing insecurities. The kiln’s light burns bright. Flickers of light dancing upon the cold barren walls, an emotional haze. The light, it burns bright at night when he loses his time. The spiral it takes control one at a time, one at a time, one at a time. The light, it burns bright at night when he loses his time. The spiral it takes control one at a time, one at a time, one at a time. Like fire it spreads leaving humanity for dead. Contorting our beings to be what we see. Spiraling for all eternity. “How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us, we devastate the world, we repopulate it with new objects Wolves which batten upon lambs, lambs consumed by wolves, the strong who immolate the weak, the weak victims of the strong: there you have Nature, there you have her intentions, there you have her sacrifice.” The wind it brought our fates, our fates to an end and we, we fell for the spell, as we, we were compelled to do so.
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Dawn falls upon my eyes. Shuttering fear throughout my mind. This illusion somehow intoxicates, penetrating the tissues. How is it I’m never where I belong? Slinking serpentine constricting life’s flow and poisoning my time, a thief of many kinds. Not partial to anyone. A feast so plentiful. Swallow me whole, one day at a time. A malleable will contorted by mental fallacies composed with malicious intent. Slinking serpentine constricting life’s flow and poisoning my time, a thief of many kinds. Not partial to anyone. A feast so plentiful. Swallow me whole, one day at a time. Time falls apart before my eyes. The illusion of life is inconceivable How is it that I’m never somewhere that I belong Save me, swallow me, take me down, I submit. I cannot breathe to keep life, darkness - falls upon me tonight. Release. Trepidation pulsing through-out my veins A triggered alarm, numbing my face I can’t lose my mind, I can’t lose my life. You can’t take me down.
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You breathe, I’m not certain you’re solid, an abundance of time spent feeding the cloud. Devising your legacy. “The weight of the sun upon our backs, with arms stretched upwards. The burdens we hold, regret bottles inside. Free me from the grip of the bondage, the crushing weight. I yearn for the wet mud upon my dry soul. Trudging through the sands of this world, only the sky knows, understanding gravity. In the clouds the rain paints, tapping at my weak bones, weathered by the sun.’’ You shot me your glances through the looking glass, yours eyes are the light. The amount of time we spend looking in the past, our own demise. Enlighten the passage, like a river to the sea. We bleed for the unknown. We strive to be regretless. Dislodged illusion from corners of our mind. Enchanting feelings deceive the sleeping kind. You and I, we are very much the same, fueled by power and lies. Baby, my darling, my only one, we are to drive directly into the setting sun. “Ambiguous desires forever morphing into a new form, new blood, new damage. Falsifying reality, an attempt to seduce darkness. Blinded by the rays, intoxicating rays of life.” We are awake at last something they cannot take away. Take this oath faithfully. Serving a lifelong purpose. The awaken, a movement without an identified end. Our hands clasped tightly together, taking the leap and ending forever. The thunder surrounds us as we plummet towards the ground. We are not the regal ones we once thought, we are not the regal ones we once thought.
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released March 30, 2020

All Music Written by : Dawn of Ouroboros
Recorded/Mixed/Mastering - Nick Loiacono www.nickloiacono.com
Cover Art - Jill Colbert - www.manfishinc.com
Logo - Audrey Proenca - www.instagram.com/audrey.proenca/

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Blackened Progressive Metal with members from Botanist, Cailleach Calling, and Red Rot. On Prosthetic Records.

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