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Lifeblood

by In Twilight's Embrace

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1.
How fertile are your wounds? Do they make you feel profound? Can we exuviate the past With the blood that we spilled? When our guardian angels shed their wings And buckets of piss replace the flowers once thrown our way Do we let our faith set us alight Or do we let it subside? I plunged into the profane to reach the most profound Wallowed in filth mundane to be granted truths sublime But what seemed to be the cure Only contorted my agony How fertile are our wounds, These waters about to spit out new moons? Are they wombs in throes of giving birth To stones cold and dead What will the others’ eyes see: The Morning Star’s kin Or a lamb to be slain? In blood, we are born And in blood we become Standing yet another trial We succumb to the death drive Through the opaque chasms On a pale horse, I ride Nursing my lacerations I heed the call of the death drive It’s a mystery that repels A mystery that attracts A flash of the arcane As spearheads pierce this flesh of mine In blood, we are born And in blood we become Again and again We succumb to the death drive Through the opaque chasms On pale horses, we ride Wound after wound We heed the call of the death drive Lost in a blizzard, Through the nights of the soul And the days of the flesh With fervor and death’s pallor, I’m wilting in the belly of damnation, As if swallowed whole But this myth I fed and savored Left only scorn deep within The narrative I found myself in Was just a fashion of denial, a rationale of self-deceit With life to lose and a world to win A hero’s journey turns out to be an idiot’s dream With all at stake and a world to win Hero’s journeys end up an idiot’s dream …And so it unravels With the cracking of spines With the bursting of lungs With the gnashing of teeth With an idiot’s dream With the opening of wounds With the slaying of the lamb With the fleeing of rats With the blade to be thrust Straight into Jehova’s eye
2.
The more promiscuous mouths breed Words which beget delusions of Herrschaft and potency The more profane tongues will be ripped From the pharynxes of self-righteous Pharisees And the hands that claim to wield the lightning Will end up cleaved and burnt And those self-ordained warlocks dazed by hubris Will finally stumble against the mirage of their own grandiosity And crumble like cathedral spires, Under the very weight of their own conceit With lives as commodities And souls at zero Our mysticism is but smoke and mirrors Smoke and mirrors And their true believers Raise Babel’s tower Upon mud and feces Forced transcendence Of plain bigots, clerks And try-hard aristocrats of the spirit Proselytes shitfaced with Nietzsche and Evola With lives as gimmicks And souls at zero All the mysticism is but smoke and mirrors With actions as currency And hearts at zero Our great mysteries are just smoke and mirrors No more, no less We seek salvation in the words of salesmen We sanctify whores to find comfort in their arms We choose a den of iniquity as our promised land We look for meaning but end up listening to the white noise instead
3.
Lifeblood 05:56
All in one One in all Between fair and foul, midst love and loathing Through filth and fane In the eye of the storm Is where I dwell To contain the opposites And revel on what tears me apart I thrive on the conflict within I am the flame and the fuse, I espouse the above and below All in one One in all Have I brought reproach upon myself? Or have I reached the apex of mine? Lost in the deepest pits of the soul The nethermost peaks take years to climb I contain the opposites And revel on what tears me apart I thrive on the conflict within And let Eden and Sheol in my blood unite I own the contraries And from them distill the nectar of life As the lusts that rend my flesh Become the blade that cuts the throat of a lamb The confusion of lifeblood The turmoil of will The fractures of purity Death throes and resurrection within Where the twain shall never meet Dance the sisters three And tell that I am mine, one in the multitude Manifold in singularity To own the contraries And to sunder the veil of denial To turn the lusts that rend my flesh Into a blade that slays a lamb The effusion of lifeblood The pain divine The combustion of the self A nail through the wrist of Christ In fevers for too fucking long It took a lifetime to break free My innermost and utmost drive That only torn to pieces, I am most complete Make me whole! Dissolve and coagulate On the paths of excess Towards my palace of wisdom From the peaks of euphoria Straight into the pits of doubt …and back again The search for lifeblood The pain divine The combustion of the self A stake through the heart of Christ
4.
Iskry 05:21
Gdy zwierciadło odpowiada szyderstwem A wewnątrz wyje otchłań Sam siebie na piedestał wynoszę I rzucam się w próżnię własnej miłości Nad półbogów zastępy wzbić się pragnę I w twarz się zaśmiać Wszechmogącemu Uwierzyć, że jestem kimś więcej Zawierzyć własnemu szaleństwu Niemoc i sprawczość Tęsknoty, rojenia i myśli kalekie By krew z kamienia upuścić I wyrwać z materii iskry boskości To więcej niż życie Ducha ogień, blask I światłość światłości Wola mocy trawiąca jaźń By tańczącą gwiazdę zrodzić I siebie samego pokonać Nowy symbol, idea, nowy mit A jakby żyły we mnie zawsze Nowy przebłysk, idea, nowy świat Co rzeczywistość zaćmi Lśnienie, wiara, nowy mit A jakby żyły we mnie zawsze Nowy człowiek, życie, nowy świat Co w plugastwie promienieć będzie Przeciwko ludziom-cieniom I życiu bez właściwości Niegodzien boskiego tchnienia Wykradam iskry Mieliśmy oglądać pożar świata Naszymi dłońmi wzniecony A wijemy się, by z marnych serc człowieczych Coś więcej niż pychę wykrzesać Błądzimy w trudzie daremnym By swym blaskiem wszechświat oślepić Wieczny symbol, idea, wieczny mit To one żyły we mnie zawsze Nowy człowiek, życie, nowy świt Co w plugastwie będzie jaśnieć Niemoc i sprawczość Tęsknoty, rojenia i myśli kalekie By krew z kamienia wycisnąć I wyrwać z materii iskry boskości
5.
There is beauty in obscurity From daylight withheld When the sky is a starless void Betwixt virtue and vice It lies in wait Seeing the world through the antagonist’s lense In twilight’s embrace Torn from the cunt of creation Spewed forth by lecherous thighs The lunar villain The extinguisher of suns Disturbs the countenance of Adonai On this night of cosmic drama The night when all gods die From heavens, they fall And lifeless they lay On the prism of limbs entwined The virtuous and the vicious The malign and the benign Lifeless they fall to the Earth And lie upon the prism of limbs entwined Oh, night vast and uncharted My mistress, queen, and whore Oh, mother of no mercy Ensnare me, transform me As your charm is wound up Set yourself as a seal upon my heart As a seal upon my arm For love is strong as death, And so is my hate If the skies rained fire tonight How could we wish upon a star And dismiss this glare As the light that doesn’t warn? So bleeds the night The night of nights From the orifice in heaven’s vast expanses Set yourself as a seal upon my heart A seal upon my arm For your love is strong as death And the blood of thine is dense as tar This is the night of cosmic drama Whereupon all angels die From heavens, they fall And lifeless they lay So bleeds the night Breaking the vows of chastity Nigra sed formosa Nox Sophia
6.
I have worn sackcloth and ashes for much too long Entangled in cobwebs of guilt self-imposed Through byss and abyss have I wandered To hell and back again It seems I’ve lost the acuity of vision And those streaks of holy water have kept me blind for years Spellbound by sleep paralysis, I’ve borne the brunt of regret It’s a nightmare An enlightenment Now the wrist once slit Brings forth a clenched fist And the throat that has never spat a single false note Now screams a discordant hymn Sedation brings no relief Sedition heals No point in treating the wounds with pus From someone else’s sores After eons of slumber We’ve come to realize That even the sweetest of salts Is still a salt nonetheless Sedation brings no relief Sedition heals No point in treating our wounds with pus From someone else’s sores It’s a nightmare An enlightenment Consumed by contrition Then made whole again In the furrows of this mortal coil I drive my plow over the bones of the dead Giving blood As if I didn’t bleed enough But I shall bleed No more
7.
Te Deum 08:36
Misericordias Domini In aeternum cantabo Duchu święty Który zatrułeś serca i myśli nasze Udziel nam swojej największej łaski I ugaś pragnienie boga Boże, który zamiast spełnienia Wlałeś w nasze gardła śmierć A serca głodem wieczności i strachem napełniasz Gardzę jałmużną twojego zbawienia Z głębokości wołam do Ciebie Wyrodny ojcze, co kosmos wyplułeś, a wraz z nim nas Ty, który swe dzieci pożerasz i duszy zadajesz gwałt Ty, który karmisz się bojaźnią A sam tchórzliwie skrywasz twarz Ty, co pustkę błogosławisz Znaczeniem bez znaczenia A swój lud żarliwego robactwa Doświadczasz słodkim brzemieniem Ohydny stwórco, Coś człowieka powiesił na drzewie krzyża I domagasz się czci Ty, co rzucasz nędznikom okruchy A chcesz całopalenia i ofiary krwi Jak ostrze chłodne Co duszę na pół przecina Rozrywam złudzenia Lżę twoje imię I jak nóż wściekłością gorący Opatrzności oko zazdrosne przebijam Jahwe, tyś nie jest Nie miłością, lecz trwogą i ropieniem ran Dziś zamykam swe serce, dławię miłosierdzie Pozbawiam cię czci, po tysiąckroć plugawię i brukam Non miserere nostri Domine, Non miserere mei To co we mnie najświętsze i boskie Jest tym, co najbardziej człowiecze: Siła zrodzona z każdego upadku I trawiąca żądza przekroczeń Gwoździami winy do słupa hańby przybity Byłem umarły Lecz oto powstałem z martwych A w dłoniach mam klucze Otchłani, buntu i śmierci Pod skrzydłami niewiary Rosną pnącza Sheolu Unoszę twarz Czynię swoją wolę

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The sixth full-length album of In Twilight’s Embrace.
47 minutes of restless, haunting and unorthodox Morbid Rock.
Profane and profound at the same time, “Lifeblood” is the band’s own ceremony of opposites.
With equal reverence to the ways of Black Metal of Death from up North, and catchy rock of the decades gone past, but never losing the adventurous nerve, the album shines as their most deliberate statement.

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released May 13, 2022

Produced by Marcin Rybicki and In Twilight’s Embrace at Left Hand Sounds & Vintage Records. Cover painting by Igor Datkiewicz/WS Artworks. Layout by Kontamination Design.
CD out on 13th May 2022 via Malignant Voices.
LP version out in late 2022/early 2023 on Terratur Possessions.

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