Kommodus

Art by Dwid Hellion (Integrity) with a red Kommodus logo on the front and portrait The Infernal Emperor - Lepidus Plague on the back with And The Nephilim Carve Out A New World text. 2-sided print on black Gildan Heavy tees.

Art by Dwid Hellion

1. Chant of thy Ancestors Lupine 01:53
2. Wolves of Rome 05:14
3. The Dreaming God 05:20
4. Schlacht im Teutoburger Wald 05:01
5. Spiritual Sickness and the Suffering Soul 04:38
6. War (Burzum) 02:33
7. In the Banquet Hall of the Mighty Wulfīnaz King 01:32

High quality 6 panels digipack with original vinyl layout.

The bitter catharsis and dark ancient reveries that comprise this demonstration were recorded in the winter of MMXVII in multiple locations across the southern dominions of the empire.

Our societies are increasingly becoming homogenised, globalised parodies of their former selves. The privileged are so insular and steeped in contemporary rhetoric that they’re blind to the basic truths of our existence. The zenith of humanity has been reached and is now but forgotten words in forgotten books. Every day our contaminated planet moves closer towards its inevitable oblivion, and I am glad.
Lepidus Plague despises the current zeitgeist and vehemently supports the extinction of the human species and all traces of its rancid legacy.

1. In The Catacombs Where Rats Reign 05:00
2. Conquering The Carpathians 05:20
3. Twilight Forest Apparition 01:37
4. Beyond Hadrian's Wall 05:23
5. Purging Thy Hibernian Blood 05:32
6. The Rite Of Darkness (Bathory) 02:29
7. Iron Dawn: A New Crusade Rides Out 01:39

High quality 6 panel digipack with original vinyl layout.

'One Thousand Years Of The Wolf' was recorded in the dry, infernal summer of MMXVIII amidst constant mental anguish and instability.

It is my supreme hope that the black metal which comprises this release inspires the listener. These songs are intended to ignite a flame deep within, a flame that harkens back to the old world, to establish a connection with your ancestors. To have you feel inspired by the blood in your veins, the blood of those who have conquered with strength and honour, those who have contested the very same conquerors with bravery and resilience, those who have lived and fought and died during a time when our species was true to itself. When pride, discipline, and an adamantine-will, were code necessary for survival. Now is an augmented era of ephemeral information, instant accessibility and empty gratification, and false curated reflections. There exists a seemingly constant stream of bias, slander, and fickle rhetoric that is only pandered to and encouraged. It is imperative to reflect on what we were, and the potential of what we can still be. We can be carved out of marble like our heroes erected as monuments and admired in museums. We can be iron. We can be wolves. We just need to look inwards.

1. Visions Of Elysium 01:38
2. Piercing Thine Armour With Arrows Of Fire 05:56
3. Glacial Ossuary 05:15
4. The Cult Of The Harlot Rises 05:20
5. Rituals Of The Incestuous Shadow Colony 05:17
6. Forfeiting Flesh And Spirit 04:19
7. Lord Of The Storms (Emperor) 02:23
8. The Inheritance Of Trauma 02:36

High quality 6 panel digipack with original vinyl layout.

‘From The Ashes Of Empire' was recorded in fragments of madness throughout the winter of MMXVIII.

The black metal contained within this third demonstration weaves a yearning of a romanticised, ancient past, a bitter resentment of the present, and a thoroughly pessimistic outlook on the future. It is often prophesised that we are living in the end times, and scientifically all evidence corroborates this. When taking even a cursory glance at the contemporary world around us, I can’t help but agree. The widespread erosion of culture, of identity, of tradition. Opposing opinion to the rhetoric of the day deemed anathema. Social and political efforts so preposterous they’d be humorous if not considered dogma by their evangelical espousers and the pandering culture which dotes upon them. With no great war, colossal disaster, or widespread disease to confront or purge us, we internally conflict, theorise, and exacerbate everything we can, desperate for some great crusade to assign our lives and time purpose and meaning. There is none. The planet is subject to the siege of overpopulation, industry, pollution, and the relentless expending of its finite resources. And we suffer the reaction, as Earth seeks to cure that which ails it. Like crops in bad soil, we are growing weaker, increasingly troubled, and afflicted. With mental illnesses and suicide rates escalating dramatically in ostensibly the most civilised, progressive, and peaceful era our species has known, I draw no other conclusions. We are dispossessed, we are disenfranchised, and we are displaced. We can contest this, we can learn, grow, and conquer in our twilight, and we should. But the fact remains, humanity no longer fits. And so here I offer eight hymns which reflect back to our golden standard, and which also howl and cackle in the face of our inevitable, impending oblivion. 

Front features the full color cover art of the Kommodus self-titled album by Jef Whitehead (aka Wrest of Leviathan), a chain framed portrait of The Infernal Emperor - Lepidus Plague with Romulus Redux text and logo on the back and traditional tattoo style drawings from the album interior album art down the sleeves. 4-location print on Gildan Heavy long sleeves.

Art by Jef Whitehead

36"x41" flag featureing the full color cover art of the Kommodus self-titled album by Jef Whitehead (aka Wrest of Leviathan).

Art by Jef Whitehead

1. Kommodus - Sacrifices To Jupiter 05:52
2. Kommodus - To Wrestle With Angels 06:52
3. Kommodus - The Celestial Cycle Broken 06:19
4. Pan-Amerikan Native Front - Kiva Flames of Rebellion 05:23
5. Pan-Amerikan Native Front - Hasan'owane Breathe of Remonstration 06:40
6. Pan-Amerikan Native Front - Washani Stones of Resurrection 06:11

An alliance forged amongst the tribal birthing pits of total war. A grand oath sworn in the thick of combat, alongside the pooling stains of blood upon the battlefield, and through the choked screams of those weak of flesh, and downtrodden of spirit. Kommodus and Pan-Amerikan Native Front are war hosts that need no introduction, both scarring the ephemeral world with talons of defiance and fangs of heroism for many a bloodstained war campaign now. Not only has this portentous meeting of might brought slaughter to the fields of battle, but now, through the iron fury of GoatowaRex annihilation totality, does this alliance of honourable murder come to physical fruition—upon shades of raven black, aurate gold, morose grey, and earthen brown.

The Immortal Ceremonies raise great omens of dual devastation through the vapours of heady incense—the low pound of the wardrum, the stretch of skin over knuckled fist. The pairing of these two titans works in perfect tandem; Kommodus supplying some of its most bombastic and monolithic warspells yet, with Pan-Amerkian Native Front proving itself no lame beast either, drowning its acolytes in a fever of impressive warspells, soaking the land in the tears of those that vengeance shall be brought upon. Scorn of empire, rise of blood tribe, and return to an order of cyclic champions forever to run the gauntlet of mystic prophecy.

Iron in blood and in hand, this colossal pairing of the contemporary black sorcery landscape’s most brutal and brightest, works as well as all would expect. Tearing through pummelling rhythmic sections, slicing through infectious melodies, and devastating through exceptional composition, all those seeking passage to those fabled realms of warrior spirit, and golden ruin, need prostrate themselves before the wood smoke altar no longer.

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