Malice of Antiquity

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Released by Triumvirate Records.

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released January 18, 2019

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Astrophobos Stockholm, Sweden

With their debut EP ”Arcane Secrets” (2010), Swedish black metal band Astrophobos quickly made a name for themselves with their ferocious yet melodic style of black metal.

Following up on with the critically acclaimed album ”Remnants of Forgotten Horrors” (2014) and EP ”Enthroned in Flesh” (2016), Astrophobos are now back with their long awaited second album ”Malice of Antiquity”.
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Track Name: Fire of Catharsis
From the wells of distant night.

Through unbroken, shrouded lines,
elder knowledge was upheld.
Unforgotten were the shrines
where the spirits of the timeworn dwelled,
silent still.
Now the world of man remains
ignorant in peace until
they emerge from their domains.

Mountainous leviathan is rising from the past,
black miasmas slowly spread.
Devastating revelator, grim iconoclast,
feed until this world is dead.

Called from out the pit below
he will reach the earthly shore.
Once again mankind will know
forgotten horrors when he goes to war,
viciously.
As once more the sky invites
malice of antiquity,
rising from the olden sites.

Mountainous leviathan is rising from the past,
black miasmas slowly spread.
Devastating revelator, grim iconoclast,
feed until this world is dead.

Purging the world of thoughts without worth,
clerics of falsehoods thrown on the pyres.
Smoke of catharsis covers the earth,
scriptures of fallacies, burnt with the liars.

Come, drink your fill,
for the blood of man remains
unbeset by fear until
you emerge from your domains.

Mountainous leviathan is rising from the past,
black miasmas slowly spread.
Devastating revelator, grim iconoclast,
feed until this world is dead.

Fire of catharsis, torch the world.
Track Name: Begotten in Black
A spirit damned to bleak descent,
unhinged by pain without release,
begot one final monument
of black and gruesome agonies.

Fingers digging deep into
a carcass’ sallow flesh and bone.
The torso gives as teeth bite through,
he gorges to protect his throne.

Strange and masterful creation.
Wonder, rendered out of sight.
A soul condemned to ruination
by the daughters of the night.

In a torrent of dark that was never to cease
he wrought horrors upon the walls.
In the smothering silence of torturous peace
he heard the abyssal calls.

Towering upon the hill,
a god from out the ancient days
has gathered them to speak his will
and teach them the forgotten ways.

Strange and masterful creation,
wonder rendered out of sight.
A soul condemned to ruination
by the daughters of the night.

In the shadowy crypt under lightless skies,
was a phantasmagoria of fates.
By the flickering flames and the unmoving eyes
he was opening up the gates.

In a torrent of dark that was never to cease
he wrought horrors upon the walls.
In the smothering silence of torturous peace
he heard the abyssal calls.

In seclusion and furor he answered back,
with a madness rendered in paint.
A masterpiece out of sickness and black
without sanity’s constraint.
Track Name: Descending Shadows
Inhuman shapes of flesh contort
in pangs of agony.
The throes of endless pain distort
their last humanity.

A glow of pallid fire looms
by their discordand shrills.
A chasmal gaping mouth consumes
their bodies and their wills.

Their crying, a work of choral art.
Undying, yet always torn apart.

Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside.
Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends,
where blighted souls in woe forever will abide.
A dream where grief and mutilation never ends.

Cascading torsos sailing through
the heavens’ black opaque
from fountains streaming flesh into
a scarlet, screaming lake.

Beside, a field where limbs ablaze,
half-buried wildly twist.
Cadavers burn for endless days,
but pain and life persist.

Their crying, a work of choral art.
Undying, yet always torn apart.

Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside.
Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends,
where blighted souls in woe forever will abide.
A dream where grief and mutilation never ends.

A garden made material by
His fantasies of blight,
where things that dwell beyond the sky
can revel in delight.

A place of astral marvels where
the souls of men are drowned
in lakes of blood and tears and their
abyssal knowledge found.

Unworldy beings sing and shout
as they observe the scenes.
The dream-world’s captives burn without
a grasp of what it means.

Their crying, a work of choral art.
Undying, yet always torn apart.

Descending shadows clawed asunder from inside.
Phantasmal horror that no living comprehends,
where blighted souls in woe forever will abide.
A dream where grief and mutilation never ends.
Track Name: Abattoir for Flesh and Faith
Marching from beyond the horizon,
beneath a glowing sky, pale as a wraith.
Herded by an unseen force into
the final abattoir for flesh and faith.

They all will be devoured and transcend.
And now, their hollow sermons end.

Within a cavernous mouth a cryptic portal lies,
it opens up for them, a gulf like nightly skies.

Row after row after row after row,
shivering vermin are walking aghast
into the bellowing pit down below,
into a misery, ageless and vast.

Writhing in a void without horizon
beneath a staring sky, black as coal.
Anguish and dread without solace.
And grief grows into each eternal soul.

The bleakest rapture’s taken them beyond
into a place their myths did not portend.
Where boundless forms of suffering are spawned
in an existence that will have no end.

He lets the tortured, twisting beings fill
his blind, ecstatic and perpetual gaze.
And without end, within his palace will
their ageless souls forever be ablaze.

As aeons pass, their memories
of their humanity will pale.
They will become his diocese,
who live and suffer to regale.
The bleakest rapture’s here for them at last.
They all will be devoured and transcend.
The vile, abundant liars are amassed,
and now, their hollow sermons end.
Track Name: The Summoning Call
At night when all was still, it called,
with promises of unknown lands.
I heard a tune and was enthralled,
by words no human mind withstands.

Through the night to darker skies.

Out in the vast and unknowable nothingness,
under the gleam of unknown constellations,
rules of reality wielded no power and
bodiless worshippers sang adorations.

Then as the vista was opened before me,
I stood in awe of his sickly creations.

And then I saw it all commence,
an orrery of thrashing forms,
a scene of worship without sense,
like furious and living storms.

At night when all was still, it called,
from dreams of blood and unknown lands.
I heard a tune and was enthralled,
by words no human understands.

Dread filled my mind to its brim as he conjured those
horrors to life with his versification.
I was a mortal, unraveling witness to
mystical rites of a grand coronation.

For I have seen how all will end.

An unknown moon shed ashen light
upon the vision I was shown.
I crumbled at the monstrous sight
and wished it had remained unknown.

When nightmares wake and they have crossed
in endless numbers to extend
his kingdom here, then we are lost.
I fear the things my dreams portend.
Track Name: The Wolves Between the Stars
Deep where the darkness embraces
the emptiest gulfs of frost,
in the unknown, mystic places,
they wait where all trace of light is lost.

In silence still as death they lie, cold and never breathing
as countless aeons, slowly, upon countless aeons creep.
Then, as another wellspring of emerging life starts seething,
they stir and they awake from their ominous sleep.

To smother the spark of ascension,
to see apotheosis die.
With a ceaseless malignant intention,
the relentless wolves of the sky.

Wolves of never-ending scourging,
their timeless claws the bane of men,
existing only for the purging,
to hear the carillons of funeral chime again.

In silence still as death they lie, cold and never breathing
as countless aeons, slowly, upon countless aeons creep.
Then, as another wellspring of emerging life starts seething,
they stir and they awake from their ominous sleep.

A thunderous urge, like a scream.
Their ancient minds begin to gleam.

To smother the spark of ascension,
to see apotheosis die.
With a ceaseless malignant intention,
the relentless wolves of the sky.
Track Name: Until the Red of Dawn
Again they met where men still fear to tread,
in the woods where paths have never led.
Priests and elders burning to enact
ceremonies of an arcane pact.

Nightfall set and so their rite began,
summoning with hymns preceding man.
With the beating drums euphoria spread.
As the night set in, their hunger raged and so they fed.

Feasting upon human flesh, they fed.

Fed to the screams of their meat
and danced with their deity’s spawn.
Entranced till the red of the dawn,
they fed to the screams of their meat.

To an unknown god they sang their praise,
remnant of long unremembered days.
Then as nighttime’s deepest blackness neared,
other things from far beyond appeared.

They fed. Feasting upon human flesh, they fed.

Fed to the screams of their meat
and danced with their deity’s spawn.
Entranced till the red of the dawn
they fed to the screams of their meat .

With ravening elation,
with reverence and dread,
they welcomed that abomination.
And so, together, they fed.

Feasting upon human flesh, they fed.

There in the shrine that was built by hands
that long since have turned into dust,
they worshipped with creatures from unearthly lands
and gave in to their blood-soaking lust.

In the night they fed to the screams of their meat
and danced with their deity’s spawn.
Entranced till the red of the dawn
they fed to the screams of their meat.

Human flesh.
Track Name: The Nourishing Hate
Stamp out their creed.

Dreams of an agonized, torturous end to their fate
bolster the flame of a vigorous, nourishing hate.

Ravage and maul.
Castrate them all.

Sharpen your iron with eager and masterful hands.
Bask in the image of reddened and desolate lands.

The coming of the night,
the arbiter of all.
Bring them nihility.
Their slaughter is your right,
extinction is your call.
Living hostility.

Debase them, efface them, annihilate.
Their screaming, redeeming your glowing hate.

Cherish their grief.
Quash their belief.

Useless compassion has withered to obsolete dust.
All that is left is malevolence, blood-thirst, disgust.

The coming of the night,
the arbiter of all.
Bring them nihility.
Their slaughter is your right,
extinction is your call.
Living hostility.

Debase them, efface them, annihilate.
Their screaming, redeeming your glowing hate.

Know that the war of your blood-soaked catharsis is just
as you release the restraints on your murderous lust.

Debase them, efface them, annihilate.
Their screaming, redeeming your glowing hate.

Stamp out their vulgar creed.
Track Name: Imperator Noctis
The winter sunset’s gloom expels the light.
The solstice comes, inviting the old rite.

Upon the hill, a temple stands alone,
where strange, devoted, vile, inhuman things
have sacrificed upon the mystic stone,
since long before the first Etruscan kings.

Now the path is walked once more
up to the crumbling ritual site,
to call the one that men abhor,
out of the deepest voids of night.

Before the shrine, the gathered halt.
They see the winding, strange motifs
depicting what they will exalt,
in friezes and in carved reliefs.

The portico resounds with verse,
till now unsung by human choirs.
The light on the old tablet’s curse
is the same stars and new-lit fires.

The idol of the one they call
is brought before the waiting crowd.
And as one horrid voice from all,
they chant the curse’s words aloud.

O, omnipresent emperor of night,
Monstrum dormiens
awaken and consume this living heart.
Sacrificium

Rise up in all your everlasting might,
Expergiscere
and rip this hypocritic world apart.
Pater noctis

As darkness takes its firmest stranglehold,
they pay the solemn ferryman with blood,
to carry back the majesty of old,
who reigned unfettered long before the flood.

The wine from the libation bowl
will immolate the chosen soul.

The haruspex eviscerates
the bloodless victim and consults
the entrails. Seeing what awaits,
he takes the liver and exults.

He holds it high up in the air,
for all to see it shining black.
And by it’s form he can declare:
The ancient god is coming back.

O, omnipresent emperor of night,
Monstrum dormiens
awaken and consume this living heart.
Sacrificíum

Rise up in all your everlasting might,
Expergiscere
and rip this hypocritic world apart.
Pater noctis

Your night-black wings will spread above once more.
Tenebras totas
Materialize and hear our pleading call.
Invocamus

Return us to the nothingess of yore,
Interfice
besiege this rotting realm and slaughter all.
Extingue omnes

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