Kommodus - Demo 3: From The Ashes Of Empire CDRegular price $12.99 Save Liquid error (product-template line 177): Computation results in '-Infinity'%
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.