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H o r r i f i c a

by Aetheric Existence

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Deep within the forests of Transylvania Venturing to far, I’ve clearly lost my bearings Keep moving ahead Trying to escape I stumble upon a clearing Giant circular clearing Surrounded by trees Ground is dead Nothing grows here Continuing through the forest in another direction Only to return to that same fucking spot Noticing some of the trees Surrounding me What looks like dried blood Running down the trunks Again trying to find my way out of this cursed place Night closing in as I return again Now in the middle A figure wearing a robe Bearing a torch Standing all alone Facing away from me I call out to the being Asking for direction And if they can help me The figure turns (Towards me) His face obscured (In shadow) Uttering these words (His call) “Our masters will devour all” BLEED (YOUR FLESH SHALL REPLENISH US) FEED (SACRIFICE YOUR ESSENSE TO US) THE TREES (YOUR COMING WAS SO MISTAKE) FORESEEN (YOU'RE DESTINED TO MAKE THIS YOUR GRAVE) FEED THE TREES As if in a trance I stare into the blackness Where the mysterious figures face should be Distracted by his words, trying to make sense I am struck from behind as everything goes from white to black Dreams of weaving roots, dripping thick with blood Pulsing like a heartbeat, with organs stitched within Obtaining consciousness, bound to an altar At the center of the clearing, naked and surrounded By more robed figures, all chanting as one Encircling me with incense what ritual has begun? “Sân-gera! A Hrani! Co-pacii! Pre-vă-zută!” The ritual subsiding Untying my bonds All restraining me Taking me into the Forest Will they set me free? No! They wont! Binding me to The trunk of a tree “Please just set me free!” Ritual concluded As they strike me rendering me unconscious again! BLEED (YOUR FLESH SHALL REPLENISH US) FEED (SACRIFICE YOUR ESSENSE TO US) THE TREES (YOUR COMING WAS SO MISTAKE) FORESEEN (YOU'RE DESTINED TO MAKE THIS YOUR GRAVE) FEED THE TREES Coming to my senses, the daylight has arrived Exploring my surroundings , I witness horrible sites Trees covered in blood and some protruding limbs As if they’re slowly swallowing the humans from within Right across from me A woman barely alive Coughing up blood My fate unveiled before my eyes Blood sacrifice
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Grim death is our horizon Eternal grey skies enlightened By machines or war The likes of which have never Been seen on the battlefield before … Mud, blood, bodies Litter these fields once green The medic awakes rain on his face Last cigarette lit Sergeant is shouting Orders at him Deliver this message Across the frontline Making his way across the trench like a maze Towards this troubled platoon to relay A message demanding a strategic retreat From these black guns of death, fucking artillery Running past screams Death and pain The morbidest sights Orders were to Stop for no man No looking back Artillery cracks Misplacing his boots, slipping in mud Falling face first into the gore and the blood The shock causing him to forget where he was But reality sinks in and he can only observe MEN FIGHTING MEN TO THE DEATH THIS IS THE WAR TO END ALL WARS SOLDIERS ALL HAUNTED BY WATCHING THEIR COMPANIONS DIE He gets to his feet Reaching the platoon he sees a man in need Patching him up while the soldier frantically screams “We will be here for all eternity!” Then with a crack All has gone black! Mud, blood, bodies Haunting these fields once green Awakening, with the same orders as before Rain on his face, last cigarette lit As if in a dream the same events unfold When reaching the platoon A gorific nightmare is beheld Soldiers fighting on and on Yet never seem to die Some are headless Some are limbless Some just torsos Scratching and clawing The medic attempts To aid one of the men But is stunned by what he sees He can see right through The soldiers body A translucent, ethereal entity! They all are dead! Even he is dead! DEAD FIGHTING DEAD TO NO END THIS IS THE NEVER ENDING WAR SPIRITS ALL TRAPPED IN THIS ABHORRENT PURGATORY Trapped in this nightmare For all eternity In these fields once green In these fields once green
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Husband and wife Move into their new home Happy to start A new life of love In the back of the house There was a trapdoor Under the lacquer of the Wood floor His wife started to Complain about these startling dreams Of the trapdoor, hearing Banging and screaming As she awakes The sounds start to dissipate They are just nightmares Nothing to fear This is not right His wife being coarse and rash “Leave me alone! I just want to sleep!” The next morning His wife had gone missing All her belongings Still here within the house Searching and searching Calling out her name He remembers her Dream… DOWN BENEATH THE TRAPDOOR BODIES UPON THE FLOOR A PUTRID PRISON TRAPPED FOREVER DOWN BENEATH THE TRAPDOOR SEALED WITH LACQUER TO KEEP THIS SPIRIT TRAPPED FOREVER He finds himself within a dream Through misty eyes He can see the door He can hear Banging and Screams That turn to cries For help Please! Release me! He awakens Upon his bed Covered in sweat Rushes downstairs To the door in the floor He has to know… Grabbing and axe He hacks Through the lacquer (Destroying the door) Descending Into the dark The scent of death… He finds his wife Upon the moldy floor She stares lifelessly Bloated and rotten Hands chained against the wall Next to scattered bones He uses the axe To dismember her limbs With his wife free He drags her oozing corpse upstairs Feeling lightheaded He lays down next to his love DOWN BENEATH THE TRAPDOOR BODIES UPON THE FLOOR A PUTRID PRISON TRAPPED FOREVER DOWN BENEATH THE TRAPDOOR SEALED WITH LACQUER TO KEEP BOTH OF THEM TRAPPED FOREVER Startled awake In pitch black But he recognized That smell of death His hands are chained Next to his wife Beneath wood & lacquer ….
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The Bell 06:15
Tragedy struck A town in New England A story of despair and sorrow has arisen A bellmaker’s warehouse erupted in flames With him trapped inside And no chance to survive The rescue crew found his body (Amongst the flames) Not burned or charred but crushed by debris Unresponsive, no breath from his lips The bellmaker was declared dead at the scene Funeral rites and remembrance proceed For the best known bellmaker in the northeast The tone of his craft so tranquil and serene His unforeseen death cast a shadow of melancholy Placed inside his coffin With a string attached to a bell One of his own craft But no chance in hell his soul still dwells GRIEVING THE BELLMAKER’S DEATH IN THIS GRAVEYARD OF BONES BUT THEY NEVER EVEN KNEW HES BURIED WITH THE FAINTEST PULSE Alive! Swimming in this Dream between worlds Descending towards and abyss and he cannot tell If he’s alive, or if he’s dead Dark visions of smoke and flames encircle him Awakened in darkness Darker than the void Feelings of pain both in body and mind “Where have I come from? Where could I be? Where is my dear wife? Is she searching for me?” Unable to move But a few inches Cold, dark walls trapping and impeding his vision Realization spawned fear in him “I’m in a coffin and they buried me alive!” Screaming, scratching, clawing Hoping someone will hear Fingers gnawed to the bone Ringing the coffins bell Despite the thunderstorm The gravedigger heard a bell And searched for the source of the sound But it was fading … GRIEVING THE BELLMAKER’S DEATH IN THIS GRAVEYARD SO COLD FRANTICALLY UNEARTHING HIS GRAVE BUT WITH ALL HIS OXYGEN GONE IT WAS NOW TOO LATE ...
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Igni 05:30
I am a cave explorer, a spelunker Searching in the mountains for something to discover With my trusty canine by my side We came across an entrance with a warning sign “Abandoned Mine! Dangerous! Enter here At your own risk!” I've seen signs like this before Unphased we enter the dark to explore Nothing but a headlamp to find our way Through this dank, dark maze Marking the walls with chalk To successfully find our way... Back! Passages getting narrower As we make our descent Into the darkness Discovering strange cave markings Upon the walls Strange beings I've never seen DEEP WITHIN THE EARTH UNSEEN ARCHAIC ATROCITY WAITING TO BE SET FREE BURIED BENEATH FOR CENTURIES RITUALS BEGUN SOON THE MORAL REALM SHALL FINALLY SEE My dog running ahead of me As if hes found something I catch up to find him Digging through human bones Adorned with an amulet Bearing a strange sigil Pulling him away We go deeper into the cave And come across a gargantuan circular room 300 yards across With an altar at the center Surrounded by sigils Emitting a golden glow Men filter in From the other side of the room Bearing torches, wearing robes They form a circle at the center now Placing a basin of blood Upon the glowing alter As they all chant as one “Ciere Nomen Sactum Tuum Sumus” [We summon you by your unholy name] The altar glows brighter As they chant louder The room increases in temperature Unnatural ignition Right before my eyes the floor begins to melt Starting at the center absorbing this vile ritual Floor turning into magma as I look on in shock Everything now quiet as I process what I just saw Bursting from the magma A being from the bowels of hell At least 40 stories high Projecting a thunderous howl DEEP WITHIN THE EARTH UNSEEN ARCHAIC ATROCITY FINALLY IS SET FREE BURIED BENEATH FOR CENTURIES RITUALS IS DONE NOW THE MORAL REALM SHALL FINALLY SEE Locking eyes with the being It sensed me, it sees me My dog and I run up the passage From whence we came Running and running , up Following the chalk Tripping on the rocks But the marks don't do Any good in the dark For my headlamp is fading Finally making it out just in time Greeted with an illuminated stat ridden sky I drive straight to inform the local police Hysterically telling them what I've seen Skeptical at first But then they noticed my blistering Second degree burns They promised to investigate And inform me in the morning The next day they tell me there's nothing there Just a bottomless crater that has always been No mine, no cave ...
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The Outsider 05:31
Consciousness wakes me No memory Examining my surroundings I can see Dark castle walls Reflecting the shimmering moonlight Encroaching darkness Envelops me No light save the torches Upon the walls Grabbing one to light my path Through these decaying halls ENDLESSLY WANDERING THESE CASTLE HALLS FOR WHAT SEEMS AN ETERNITY SEARCHING FOR SIGNS OF LIFE TO NEGATE THIS STONE COLD LONELINESS HOW DID I GET HERE? I HAVE NO MEMORY OF WHO I AM OR WHAT I AM! Concluding my search I found a spiral stair Which must lead to this castles Pinnacle I climb and I climb In hopes to see outside As I reach the pinnacle There lies a door And slowly it opens And I am Greeted with A sunless, moonless, lifeless graveyard ENDLESSLY WANDERING THIS SOMBER, MEDIEVAL COUNTRYSIDE PRAYING FOR A SIGN OF LIFE PLEASE! ANY SIGN OF LIFE! HOW DID I GET HERE? I HAVE NO MEMORY OF WHO I AM OR WHAT I AM! After what seemed like decades I've found a light, found a light A castle just like the one I awoke in Sounds of laughter voices and life I approach to find the door locked So I break through a stained glass window! My arrival causes panic People screaming at me Monster! Demon! They flee in terror! Why do you run!? Please! I need help! Alone once more In another empty castle I finally see the horrific being Undead rotten flesh I reach out Only touch a shimmering mirror!
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This tale tells of a farmer and his wife Once living in peace and harmony without strife With each child born he constructed a barn In honor of that child and growth of the farm With 6 children born and 7 barns raised Expecting the 7th one the day has come When all will change Complicated labor leads to The death of the farmers wife Brining the unborn down with her Neither made it out alive The farmer has begun To lose his mind With sadness and grief Lost all his will To continue on Within this life His heart is like ice Psyche melting (Familicide) CREAKING BOARDS HANGING ROPES SPIRITS SEEN SWINGING BY THE THROAT THE 7TH BARN CURSED AND SMOTE CHILDISH LAUGHS PIERCING SCREAMS SAID TO BE WITNESSED AT THE SCENE THE 7TH BARN POSSESSED BY SORROW AND GREIF THE 7TH BARN The farm now struggling to stay afloat Livestock being picked apart by wolves Indifferent to the suffering of the farm and his family The children scream “PLEASE DADDY! WE ARE HUNGRY!” Mental twitches and voices is his head Rocking back and forth in his empty bed Now fully mad, rounding up his sons and daughters Bringing them to the 7th barn like cattle to the slaughter… He binds 3 against the walls Hanging the other 3 over the rafters by the neck Loading his shotgun, one by one He dismembers the rest Screams and gurgles resonate throughout the barn Now it’s his turn, tying the final noose And from the rafters he jumps Decades after a ghost hunter and his son Seek out the farm in hopes to capture Paranormal Activity They find more than they bargained for Days and nights gone by, father and son Reported missing, search parties sent What they discover is a macabre scene Within the barn, How could this be? The boy, bound against the wall , limbless, headless, a puddle of blood The father, hung by a noose, from the rafters, neck snapped Both cold and dead… CREAKING BOARDS HANGING ROPES SPIRITS SEEN SWINGING BY THE THROAT THE 7TH BARN CURSED AND SMOTE CHILDISH LAUGHS PIERCING SCREAMS SAID TO BE WITNESSED AT THE SCENE THE 7TH BARN POSSESSED BY THE UNSEEN THE 7TH BARN
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Hunting in Algonquin lands my rifle by my side The forest still no wind no sound As if it has been petrified Out of the silence comes the snap of a twig I raise my rifles scope In my sights a pale gaunt creature crawling on all fours Startled and my footing lost I slipped and set my rifle off Readjusting my sights on the being We lock eyes and my consciousness fades from me Visions of harsh winter Mountains, pines and evergreens Algonquin tribe forced into shelter Within a cave to escape this harsh winter Not long after they got settled in this place An avalanche blocks in the entrance of the cave Limited food and depleting water caused The tribe to panic and descend into disorder Fruitless are the efforts to break through where they came in Trapped inside forever and the madness slowly starts within Hunger sets in By primal desire they eat the children first Screaming! Thrashing! Starving! Gnashing! Fueled by desire they rip through the flesh! Devouring and giving in to this unholy sin! Awakening back in the woods Upon the forest floor I get to my feet but notice Its still as silent as before I run! In the direction I think I came With the night closing in A rustle of leaves upon a cliff Distracts me from my sprint Reluctantly I raise my head And see a familiar silhouette Frozen! Body goes limp We lock eyes once again As I start to slip Cold, Dark, Abyss Fresh blood, Tearing flesh Wretched visions appear once again Months have gone past In this anarchic den One man, the strongest warrior of the tribe Hunts down the others But is never satisfied Slowly his body deforms Protruding bones and horns start to form Tightening skin, extending of limbs Cursed by greed and the hunger within Wendigo Summer has come! Melting the snow and making a hole For it to escape From! This creature set free, silence in the trees In search of its next victim Hunting! Stalking! Goring! Cracking! Fueled by desire it rips through the flesh Not before letting the psychosis set in! I awaken again in these woods Now, pitch black but still silent Disoriented, as I rise to my feet I hear the sound of a twig Snapping directly behind me ...
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1893 A ship upon the waves Brought down by a storm To the inky ocean floor Divers sent to salvage Recover a venetian mirror Only one diver survives And claims a blackness from the depths Swallowed the ship I came across a vintage mirror The seller claimed it is haunted No I am not afraid I welcome the paranormal and the occult All seems normal No signs of ghosts But there is one thing That is strange Small puddles of water upon my floor Each day I awake Sleep …. Dream….. I’M IN A DREAM SUBMERGED BENEATH THE SEA WITHIN THE RUINS OF A SHIP, SO COLD SO DARK SURROUNDED BY FLOATING CADAVERS I TRY TO FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS WRECKAGE AS I GAZE INTO THE ABYSS, I FEEL A RUMBLE ALL AROUND ME AS A BLACK SHAPE EMERGES Startled out of a dream Face first in salt water Upon my bedroom floor Right underneath the mirror Back within the sunken ship Looking for any way out Feeling like I'm being watched I find the same mirror I bought I start to feel a rumbling Looking through a hull window, I see …. A black shape approaching Larger than the ship itself Drowning in fear I'm unable to ... move Coming to my senses I turn Myself around to the mirror I see my bedroom through the glass Terrified, I jump right through I fall again upon my floor Salt water rushing over me I think I might be going mad This mirror really is Haunted! Or cursed! I must dispose Of this relic Before I return To that ship Sleep… Dream.... BACK IN THAT DREAM SUBMERGED BENEATH THE SEA WITHIN THE RUINS OF A SHIP, SO COLD SO DARK SURROUNDED BY FLOATING CADAVERS I TRY TO FIND THE MIRROR TO ESCAPE BACK TO MY BEDROOM BUT WHAT I FIND WITHIN THE MIRROR IS MY OWN REFLECTION I CAN FEEL THE RUMBLING AGAIN AS I TURN AND WITNESS ANCIENT EYES LOCKED ON MINE MY PSYCHE BREAKS AS I AM ENGULFED
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13th Century Medieval Bohemia Legend tells of a gate to hell Villages in fear, they refuse to venture Near this accursed ground In fear of their lives They claim to hear screaming coming from the pit And daemons flying in and out of it Daemons terrorize the countryside People tired of living in fear BUILD THE CASTLE KEEP THE DARKNESS TRAPPED BENEATH BUILD THE CASTLE FILL THIS VOID FROM WHICH IS LEAKS BUILD THE CASTLE KEEP THE DARKNESS TRAPPED BENEATH BUILD THE CASTLE FILL THIS VOID FROM WHICH IS BREEDS Prisoners were used For the construction of the castle Ones that would rebel against Were beaten and thrown into the pit to their Deaths! Some complained of being haunted During the night they are taunted Some by a headless bleeding horse And an old hag screeching Hell and Sin! We bring upon you Hell and Sin! We bring upon you BUILD THE CASTLE KEEP THE DARKNESS TRAPPED BENEATH BUILD THE CASTLE FILL THIS VOID FROM WHICH IS LEAKS BUILD THE CASTLE KEEP THE DARKNESS TRAPPED BENEATH BUILD THE CASTLE FILL THIS VOID FROM WHICH IS BREEDS Overcome with wonder Of this haunted ground Their curiosities agree to send a man down They offer his freedom If he tells them what he saw A young man volunteers Eager to be free of his chains Down into the pit The man starts screaming They pull him back up His hair has gone white His skin now wrinkled Hes aged 40 years They ask him what he saw Clearly blind and deaf He screaming incoherently ...
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London, England 1887 Two sailors One old and one young New to the port From the West Indies they come Dead broke and food to last a day In search of a vacant house In which they can stay Whipping winds and the rain Clash upon their faces Lightning strikes Cracking the skyless haze Searching for any house To illegally seek refuge just for one night They reach an old house No candles lit The doors are locked But a window is open Stay out of my house Breaking in, silently No sign of anyone living here Vacant They get settled upstairs Underneath a glass Window The room alit By the gloom INTRUDERS GET OUT OF MY HOUSE DEFILERS I DIED HERE AND SO WILL YOU I DIED WITHIN THESE WALLS THE KNIFE CUTS MY THROAT Discussing matters of the next day Where to find food? How will they pay? “We can just steal it like we did this house! This port seems to be every man for himself!” Suddenly they hear A noise from the staircase Quiet but deliberate Like someone's pacing back and forth Alerted, on the edge Someone might be near They silently investigate And venture down the stairs Nothing to be seen The noise they heard has stopped Blaming the thrashing rain They check the doors are locked Returning back upstairs Beneath the window The lightning shining bright As they drift into the dark of sleep Thrust awake By loud footsteps from the stairs Jolting up The old man unsheathes his knife Both struck with fear Wondering if they’ll survive the night Footsteps getting much closer now To the door Shaking the floor and the men's hearts Bursting open The door, a black mass Engulfing the room The young sailor Runs for the door The old man is Slashing at the black Then turns And crashes through the window INTRUDERS GET OUT OF MY HOUSE DEFILERS I DIED HERE AND SO WILL YOU I DIED WITHIN THESE WALLS THE KNIFE CUTS MY THROAT Escaping the house, Running out Screaming for help The young sailor Looks back to witness the door Slamming itself, what the hell? Fuck! This house is cursed Going out back to discover The old sailor’s fate Impaled through the chest Lifeless On a fence
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Naaldlooshii 06:22
Naaldlooshii Desert sky, the stars alight The darkness calling me Within its grasp I find peace Others warn me of the desert at night Legends and demons and walkers of the burial sites No fear grows within me The night brings solitude and tranquility Campfire lit, the stars are bright I hear a noise behind me and I reach for my Bowie Knife An old man emerging from the night Wearing traditional Navajo Robes Asking for food and acting strange Claiming hes a medicine man whos lost his way The old man says “Its dangerous out here at night, Have you heard of the Skinwalker?” SHAPESHIFTER MALEVOLENT VENGEFUL SHAMAN A SPELL UNITING ESSENSE OF BOTH BEAST AND MAN TRANSFORMATION FUR AND TEETH AND CLAWS THE STRENGTH OF A BEAST THE MIND OF A MAN Naaldlooshii The hair on the back of my neck Sticks straight up as I worry that This old man may be the very Beast that he describes Lighting a cigarette Illuminating his face A look of determination And focus in his gaze Awaiting my reply He fails to look away I tell him “I have heard your story And you will not scare me this way!” “Of course you have! For you’re the one I seek The hunter, the changer The druid of darkness I have tracked you For years And I am the one To banish you …” Spark of anger My blood boils Growing fur Teeth and claws Gaining height Shredding clothes Changing skin Hunter exposed Thrust back by the old man’s staff Falling upon the sand I arise on all fours, closing the gap I pounce upon him Tearing at his flesh so deep Debowling him, organ by organ His screams heard only by me “Damn you! Curse you! Skinwalker!” SHAPESHIFTER MALEVOLENT VENGEFUL SHAMAN A SPELL UNITING ESSENSE OF BOTH BEAST AND MAN TRANSFORMATION FUR AND TEETH AND CLAWS THE STRENGTH OF A BEAST THE MIND OF A MAN

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Aetheric Existence's second full length album "H o r r i f i c a". Bringing you vile entities of horror in all different forms. Some from dreams, some inspired, some rediscovered. A coherent group of songs design to transport you to realms of darkness, mystery and the supernatural. Inspirations come from dreams, literature, urban legends, ancient legends and cryptids.

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released January 1, 2021

Essentia - Vocals, Orchestration, Arrangement & Composition
Aetheris - Guitars, Arrangement & Composition

Artwork - Mustapha Design dz

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Aetheric Existence is a 2 man Symphonic Black/Death Metal project from New Hampshire USA with themes such as death, transcendence, horror, the supernatural and the soul. We consist of two members Essentia (Vocals and Keyboards) and Aetheris (Guitars). ... more

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