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Al Azif 07:56
In this desert for 40 days, voices tell me the ways. I first believed in demons, but it is not. They are older units, real. They ask me to write a book, cursed. If they will let me die of thirst (They ordered me). Sitting on the edge of a dune, they dictate to me, like whispers of Jinns they force me to write. Incantations to invoke these gods. Cursed bible, obscene words. Alone in the desert I lose my sanity and I write the end of humanity. No place to escape. I’m no more than a shape. “Listen to us poor human, your book should begin with this verse that is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die”. I write pages and pages, my hand is bleeding, for this book of rages. Now they found me in the crowd. Invisibles, they devour me. I would end up in a shroud. No one can help me.
He enters my mind to show me where he dies. Sunken city, Cyclopean, by ancient gods, drowned. When the stars align, you will shine, and in a deafening noise, you will rise. RISE ! You free your master, forgotten. Unspeakable father, of the fallen. You’ve been waiting for this moment, eternally, retake your place, for infinity. Octopus walks, in the shadows. Conquer a world, he doesn’t know. R’lyeh, this is not your time. R’lyeh, continue to dream minds, under the sign of the Great Old Ones.
Jonas 09:29
They look at me. They’ve decided it was me. They’re coming to me, to put my flesh into the dark sea. In ice water, the waves keep me from breathing. A giant form comes up to me, large tentacles for teething. I sink into the immense mouth, sucked into a dark force. At that time, I think of those who threw me here, and think of their death without remorse. Now I sink deeper into his bowels, I hear voices around me YOG-SOTHOTH, SHUB-NIGGURATH, AZATHOTH, visions of infinity. Alone, deep in his stomach, I see shadows dancing in front of me. An army of unspeakable things, repeating this to me : “You have to go out to announce his coming. You have to leave now to cheer the thing” NOW ! In a loud bubbling, I’m out of the beast. Rejected by the sea, the storm has ceased. I feel I am no longer as before. I know things that men should ignore. I decide to stay alone until the end of my presence on earth. My madness for new birth.
Rue d'Auseil 09:20
This is a sound, to see the invisible. This is a partition, dictated by those who are hidden. This is a frantic race, to keep pace. This is a sound, to hear the inaudible. In the dark attic, the old man plays his viol again and again. Continuing his passionate dance, that doesn’t seem to stop. Continuing his violent trance, he brings his spirit to the top. He tries to protect, protect himself from the dark. He tries to save his skin, wrinkled like bark. His arm numb, he sees it in his skylight. The dark vortex, he knows it's for tonight. His instrument falls to the ground. Tired, he lets himself be taken, profound. He lets himself be taken.
The Truth 08:23
Again alone in my room, I see these landscapes, impossible and surreal. Yet they exist, yet they don’t want to believe me. It’s them who should be put away, for rejecting the truth. I tried to blend into society, but what I saw impressed me forever. All these people ignorant for eternity. This caused my grief, higher. Cities, lost worlds, unspeakable abominations, ancient gods, engulfed horrors, why have I seen them ?Now, town frozen buildings make me think of dead cities of my dreams. I fall. Now I fall. I know we are not alone. Operating me will change nothing. Ignoring the king on his throne and one day he will destroy everything. I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy. When they open my head, I pray they will never discover the truth.
I love them, my stars. I love watching them move. I dream of the day they will align with Mars. The day they approve. I think only of one thing. To join them. But before I have to do something. To destroy all of men. For that, I would dream again and again. For that, I would scream in the spirit of all men. It's been so long, I've waited for these conditions. Why am I still wrong, why do they refuse my proposition ? Am I too ugly, too ugly for them ? My green and slimy skin, it bothers them ? Like in men’s dreams, I'm ready to change my shape. And if the stars want this, I’m ready to escape. Now, it’s enough, I’m alone. Now it’s too tough, to stay in my tower of stone. I swear never to love, I swear to never look to the sky. Forever I only keep their light in my eyes, in my eyes.


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released April 27, 2012

Guitar/Vocals : Benjamin Guerry
Guitar/Vocals : Jeff Grimal
Guitar : Xavier Godart
Bass : Sebastien Lalanne
Drums : Léo Isnard

Recorded and mixed by Cyrille Gachet
Mastered by Alan Douches

Artwork by Jeff Grimal


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The Great Old Ones Bordeaux, France

Dark and extreme music, ambient and atmospheric sounds. Bordeaux, France.
« That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die » H.P. LOVECRAFT

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