BAND NAME: Like Dust
GENRE: Unblack Metal with Atmospheric Influences
STATUS: Active
LOCATION: Canada
Lineup:
(one person, name unknown) - All instruments, Vocals
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Discography:
What Is Now Only Whispered (EP, 1 May, 2020, Independent)
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1) Towards Nothing 7:24
2) Altar of Murk 4:44
3) A Reverence of Bones 5:51
4) Before We Are Ghosts 8:25
Fides et Ratio (EP, 19 October, 2020, Independent)
Format: Digital / Bandcamp
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1) Law of Fire
5:36, lyrics:
As the ties ever loosen, and the last frays strain
The edge of chaos reveals its endless dark
From perilous depths, a thirst for light
Again all ease, yielding to the absolute
The revelation of structure; the first pressure
The law from high,
like crushing weight that births the bright stone.
A new lamp is lit, burning with radiant fear.
A sweet command, bend to obey
What was before and ever will to be.
The phantom laws of flesh and earth pull night across the heart, and hush the whispered call to light. A blessed wind blows shifting sands aside, and unveils the stone beneath the subjective tide, and from the stone the pillars rise.
Above: this
Below: we
And ever was before, and ever will to be.
2) From Many Stones They See
7:35, lyrics:
Dead matter gives no law, no graveborn father guides
Put out the morning lamps - know the light before all
What hands are these that force the weight; that hold the scales and sword? That pierce the madness of infinity, and carve the darkness from the light? Who has cast form from eternity's well, and breathed into the aimless husk?
Only from the fullness of the host can the parasite subsist. Preeminence precedes privation, as a howling and vacuous "evil" is made a subject before glory. In the matrix of conscious minds, a warming sun for one will be a chilling shade for another, until that one knows it as a shadow cast of preeminent light.
See, from before and ever to be!
Behold, the glorious font that brings the rivers, the unchanging spring that ever abides. The omnipresent cause that holds existence, and wills the break of day, the act before the potency, the light before all.
By the will and reason, we are endowed to know. By pride we birth rejection, and turn our reverent gaze. From broken body or punished mind, the whispers will testify of a humbled spirit. The suffering shall be redemptive.
3) Behold, and Despair
7:05, lyrics:
In a quiet hour of reflection, the heart is found bursting with every wickedness and corruption the flesh might let it excise.
The mind defends the stains with every contortion needed to slip the fiery barbs of holy shame. Ever perverting freedom as permission to indulge, the organs swell disordered; the final cause is broken.
We are as slaves to our misery - how shall we be redeemed?
And every torch an idol if its contingency is forgotten; who so wrestles back the darkness only lit dimly by pride, scorned by failure, weeps and sighs. Despite the lonesome labor to wipe away the decay, the desperately depraved fact of mankind seethes ever forth in terrible revelation.
The agony of rebellion strains against the given law, at once compelled and denied. How heavy our burden to will the soaring order from the lawless flesh, and its flight, carry the heart to rest.
The maddening dissonance of failure to our internal dictum:
How shall we be redeemed?
4) To Swallow a Curse
6:15, lyrics:
In these overlapping spheres of exchange, the higher must descend to the lower; the lower must die to itself, though not destroyed - lifted in communion to a greater end, and imbued with greater being. The proud will know not transcendence, and defile their union in solitude.
How mysterious this cosmic atonement - who can know the totality of its mechanism? By perfection of obedience, to spill perfect blood, the punishment is stayed.
Fiercest evil swallowed,
Conquered in death.
The glorious arrival
The lifted viper
The exodus in flesh
Standing as though slain
Woe, woe to them in that day who stare still into that blank and pitiless gaze; who make their pact to deal life and death in kind: with resolute denial, unrepentant.
Put on the armor of light.
Be not afraid.
5:36, lyrics:
As the ties ever loosen, and the last frays strain
The edge of chaos reveals its endless dark
From perilous depths, a thirst for light
Again all ease, yielding to the absolute
The revelation of structure; the first pressure
The law from high,
like crushing weight that births the bright stone.
A new lamp is lit, burning with radiant fear.
A sweet command, bend to obey
What was before and ever will to be.
The phantom laws of flesh and earth pull night across the heart, and hush the whispered call to light. A blessed wind blows shifting sands aside, and unveils the stone beneath the subjective tide, and from the stone the pillars rise.
Above: this
Below: we
And ever was before, and ever will to be.
2) From Many Stones They See
7:35, lyrics:
Dead matter gives no law, no graveborn father guides
Put out the morning lamps - know the light before all
What hands are these that force the weight; that hold the scales and sword? That pierce the madness of infinity, and carve the darkness from the light? Who has cast form from eternity's well, and breathed into the aimless husk?
Only from the fullness of the host can the parasite subsist. Preeminence precedes privation, as a howling and vacuous "evil" is made a subject before glory. In the matrix of conscious minds, a warming sun for one will be a chilling shade for another, until that one knows it as a shadow cast of preeminent light.
See, from before and ever to be!
Behold, the glorious font that brings the rivers, the unchanging spring that ever abides. The omnipresent cause that holds existence, and wills the break of day, the act before the potency, the light before all.
By the will and reason, we are endowed to know. By pride we birth rejection, and turn our reverent gaze. From broken body or punished mind, the whispers will testify of a humbled spirit. The suffering shall be redemptive.
3) Behold, and Despair
7:05, lyrics:
In a quiet hour of reflection, the heart is found bursting with every wickedness and corruption the flesh might let it excise.
The mind defends the stains with every contortion needed to slip the fiery barbs of holy shame. Ever perverting freedom as permission to indulge, the organs swell disordered; the final cause is broken.
We are as slaves to our misery - how shall we be redeemed?
And every torch an idol if its contingency is forgotten; who so wrestles back the darkness only lit dimly by pride, scorned by failure, weeps and sighs. Despite the lonesome labor to wipe away the decay, the desperately depraved fact of mankind seethes ever forth in terrible revelation.
The agony of rebellion strains against the given law, at once compelled and denied. How heavy our burden to will the soaring order from the lawless flesh, and its flight, carry the heart to rest.
The maddening dissonance of failure to our internal dictum:
How shall we be redeemed?
4) To Swallow a Curse
6:15, lyrics:
In these overlapping spheres of exchange, the higher must descend to the lower; the lower must die to itself, though not destroyed - lifted in communion to a greater end, and imbued with greater being. The proud will know not transcendence, and defile their union in solitude.
How mysterious this cosmic atonement - who can know the totality of its mechanism? By perfection of obedience, to spill perfect blood, the punishment is stayed.
Fiercest evil swallowed,
Conquered in death.
The glorious arrival
The lifted viper
The exodus in flesh
Standing as though slain
Woe, woe to them in that day who stare still into that blank and pitiless gaze; who make their pact to deal life and death in kind: with resolute denial, unrepentant.
Put on the armor of light.
Be not afraid.
Crown the Radiant Dead (single, 11 January, 2021, Independent)
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1) Crown the Radiant Dead
12:52, lyrics:
The right order of the lower material is to express the higher principle, as microcosmic creation, fractal at every scale. As earth fails to express what heaven informs, the stable space splits and the border waters race to flood.
Incongruous poison, feeding the leprous decay. Head nor hand can stitch the wound, gaping ever wider. Numberless principalities groan a song of hunger, scented to the laceration.
They rise from the swirling ocean, the serpent tides, to pull the stone asunder, into the dark and deep. Ever downwards, where no breath can reach, my branches of failure, my mouth unable to speak.
Pull me from the water, breathe into me
Crown the mountain, drape the body.
We are the drifted wood, once stretched between the sky and soil, now spat from the sea, unstable and unknown. Gather our bodies of death, bind us to the radiant vine which reaches from zenith to nadir. For the time is short, and every torch is encompassed by darkness, thick with whispers of barbarous incantations. Lonesome souls and barren wombs lurch forth to spread despair.
Silently turning within the wheel, destruction and birth in infinite negation. Blinded in exile, stumbling, pointless inversion of all.
Northern bows take aim at their mired cities, the limbs straining and shuddering, strings pulled taut by the weight of their wickedness. Their tongues at the periphery, to taste what stands outside. Dancing and dreaming unceasingly, as the temple walls are collapsing.
Mending fundamental disfigurement, the ideal manifests and is destroyed, such that the uncreated principle is annulled. Not subject to the failures of the lower, the ideal is restored, and the immaterial seed is in turn usurped by the ideal. The narrow door is opened.
Come, o mighty one, set these broken bones, swallow all this sorrow. Fallen to obsidian death, and conquered the cursed sting. Risen with abiding souls gathered like dust anew.
Still my trembling hand, lift these weary eyes.
For the time is short, and I am encompassed by darkness.
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1) Crown the Radiant Dead
12:52, lyrics:
The right order of the lower material is to express the higher principle, as microcosmic creation, fractal at every scale. As earth fails to express what heaven informs, the stable space splits and the border waters race to flood.
Incongruous poison, feeding the leprous decay. Head nor hand can stitch the wound, gaping ever wider. Numberless principalities groan a song of hunger, scented to the laceration.
They rise from the swirling ocean, the serpent tides, to pull the stone asunder, into the dark and deep. Ever downwards, where no breath can reach, my branches of failure, my mouth unable to speak.
Pull me from the water, breathe into me
Crown the mountain, drape the body.
We are the drifted wood, once stretched between the sky and soil, now spat from the sea, unstable and unknown. Gather our bodies of death, bind us to the radiant vine which reaches from zenith to nadir. For the time is short, and every torch is encompassed by darkness, thick with whispers of barbarous incantations. Lonesome souls and barren wombs lurch forth to spread despair.
Silently turning within the wheel, destruction and birth in infinite negation. Blinded in exile, stumbling, pointless inversion of all.
Northern bows take aim at their mired cities, the limbs straining and shuddering, strings pulled taut by the weight of their wickedness. Their tongues at the periphery, to taste what stands outside. Dancing and dreaming unceasingly, as the temple walls are collapsing.
Mending fundamental disfigurement, the ideal manifests and is destroyed, such that the uncreated principle is annulled. Not subject to the failures of the lower, the ideal is restored, and the immaterial seed is in turn usurped by the ideal. The narrow door is opened.
Come, o mighty one, set these broken bones, swallow all this sorrow. Fallen to obsidian death, and conquered the cursed sting. Risen with abiding souls gathered like dust anew.
Still my trembling hand, lift these weary eyes.
For the time is short, and I am encompassed by darkness.
Vortex Ambigua (EP, 15 January, 2022, Independent)
Format: Digital / Bandcamp
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"BYMN" is written in the lower-right corner of the artwork. ???
1) Death Instinct
1:57, instrumental
2) Lash of Tail, Thrust of Horn
8:04, lyrics:
The river dragon winds swiftly through street and self;
A sickly tribe of tyrants gnawing each other’s flesh in ecstatic erosion.
They do not understand what they do.
Believed they could contain all in all without consequence. As every fringe unfurls and every stitch is loosed, their invocation spills out of mouth:
"Outside within, center to sides
Pillar to wheel, swallowed by tides"
Among us walk these paradoxes, their riddles like spears against our skin. Every backward step to relieve the pressure brings one more step they take. You will know them by the ever changing faces; the shifting tongues of contradiction. As they worship their wounds and cry out their desire to swallow the light which defines them.
This clandestine parasite once silent at the corner offerings, now sheds its cloak and lifts it dagger in deafening annunciation.
Come, all you weary and burdened by this world. Turn your aching march up this mountain, and look out, and see. Clutch the dirt in astonishment as the world's inversion reaches its peak, and the last great cycle begins.
In the final grand breath, disintegration - total change - takes its darkened throne. The victory bell rings without a listener, as man achieves the final progress: from a being to a corpse.
3) In the Shroud of the Earth
8:14, lyrics:
With burning urgency
We abandon the cities
Leaving these soulless structures
To the mass of the wicked
Workers of all that is monstrous
Weavers of policy and law
Vacuous and spiteful
Bathing in lechery
We who see the crumbling earth
Offer our suffocated warnings
Not as prophecy, but only a pattern unfolding
Swaying between earthly fear and holy assurance
And so we cast it off,
The urban grid of rootless cosmopolitans
We are called away to the edge, where vanity is burned off. We who feel the dissonant pulse; the stench of this malignant decay. Looking back only to grieve.
These looming gray pillars of faceless nodes - monotonous bones and ghostly sinew , built by the labor of the desperate
At every turn the vipers pour out from hiding, constricting every edifice.
Give me land and seed
And frost on earth and glass
Let me rise and fall by your lantern,
Breathing air from a veil of evergreens.
May my hours be simple and true,
And with them all my words
Let our courage abide
In the last stand of darkness
Know that this will get worse before it gets better. We will bear witness to those who, with sword to throat, will one last time profess their alliance to their executioner. Countless are they who never understood the warfare; who believed the serpent could be fed to satisfaction.
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"BYMN" is written in the lower-right corner of the artwork. ???
1) Death Instinct
1:57, instrumental
2) Lash of Tail, Thrust of Horn
8:04, lyrics:
The river dragon winds swiftly through street and self;
A sickly tribe of tyrants gnawing each other’s flesh in ecstatic erosion.
They do not understand what they do.
Believed they could contain all in all without consequence. As every fringe unfurls and every stitch is loosed, their invocation spills out of mouth:
"Outside within, center to sides
Pillar to wheel, swallowed by tides"
Among us walk these paradoxes, their riddles like spears against our skin. Every backward step to relieve the pressure brings one more step they take. You will know them by the ever changing faces; the shifting tongues of contradiction. As they worship their wounds and cry out their desire to swallow the light which defines them.
This clandestine parasite once silent at the corner offerings, now sheds its cloak and lifts it dagger in deafening annunciation.
Come, all you weary and burdened by this world. Turn your aching march up this mountain, and look out, and see. Clutch the dirt in astonishment as the world's inversion reaches its peak, and the last great cycle begins.
In the final grand breath, disintegration - total change - takes its darkened throne. The victory bell rings without a listener, as man achieves the final progress: from a being to a corpse.
3) In the Shroud of the Earth
8:14, lyrics:
With burning urgency
We abandon the cities
Leaving these soulless structures
To the mass of the wicked
Workers of all that is monstrous
Weavers of policy and law
Vacuous and spiteful
Bathing in lechery
We who see the crumbling earth
Offer our suffocated warnings
Not as prophecy, but only a pattern unfolding
Swaying between earthly fear and holy assurance
And so we cast it off,
The urban grid of rootless cosmopolitans
We are called away to the edge, where vanity is burned off. We who feel the dissonant pulse; the stench of this malignant decay. Looking back only to grieve.
These looming gray pillars of faceless nodes - monotonous bones and ghostly sinew , built by the labor of the desperate
At every turn the vipers pour out from hiding, constricting every edifice.
Give me land and seed
And frost on earth and glass
Let me rise and fall by your lantern,
Breathing air from a veil of evergreens.
May my hours be simple and true,
And with them all my words
Let our courage abide
In the last stand of darkness
Know that this will get worse before it gets better. We will bear witness to those who, with sword to throat, will one last time profess their alliance to their executioner. Countless are they who never understood the warfare; who believed the serpent could be fed to satisfaction.
Acceleration (single, 28 March, 2022, Independent)
Format: Digital / Bandcamp
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1) Acceleration
7:25, lyrics:
No time or peace for silent death
No time for rites in solemn hours
Numberless widows with fevers of grief,
and the starvation winter looms long
Under the shadow of exile
their yoke longs to lock
Their words through our teeth,
and a doorway to our blood
The desolate wind's only companion is the
harrowing hiss of those lungs beneath
judgement stones, who will confess to the last
the name of the Victor
Every year another seal is broken,
and the devastation grips
We are heirs to the burden
of a godless procession
Every day a good man bears witness
to the reality of his enemies,
and he sighs in the revelation
that he is deeply hated
No one is coming to save us
No escape or retreat
Every bridge has crumbled,
and our coffins yawn louder
As ravens descend to feast on the flesh of kings,
they soar through the smoke of our torment
Hold tight to your beloved in the age of night
as the sword from His mouth swings its judgement
Format: Digital / Bandcamp
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1) Acceleration
7:25, lyrics:
No time or peace for silent death
No time for rites in solemn hours
Numberless widows with fevers of grief,
and the starvation winter looms long
Under the shadow of exile
their yoke longs to lock
Their words through our teeth,
and a doorway to our blood
The desolate wind's only companion is the
harrowing hiss of those lungs beneath
judgement stones, who will confess to the last
the name of the Victor
Every year another seal is broken,
and the devastation grips
We are heirs to the burden
of a godless procession
Every day a good man bears witness
to the reality of his enemies,
and he sighs in the revelation
that he is deeply hated
No one is coming to save us
No escape or retreat
Every bridge has crumbled,
and our coffins yawn louder
As ravens descend to feast on the flesh of kings,
they soar through the smoke of our torment
Hold tight to your beloved in the age of night
as the sword from His mouth swings its judgement
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1) Name of the artist? Even if it's just "Anonymous". 2) Lyrics for the first EP? 3) "BYMN"?
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