Negative Abyss

by The Holeum

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1.
How small we are, the the sons of Orion, and how cruel are the chemical ghosts who oblige us to walk this way, looking at such as collosal, images of death. I can hear whispers over the heights, they are litanies cyclicaly oficiated endlessly for the souls eternity
and they sound like a hum of the sun. I can barely walk, I’m not so old after all, But I carry that heavy bagagge that all the dead are dragging, that just take
up a few memories, inside our minds. I can hear whispers over the heights, they are litanies cyclicaly oficiated endlessly for the souls eternity
and they sound like a hum of the sun. They will be the only ones who will listen you, not God.
Yes, pray restlessly, you make me laugh! Who will hear such a decrepit and mummyfied bony corpses which maximum movement is inclination? I want to own your belongings
and you want to snach my possesions.
I have the only light, you have the pendulum that will mark the pass of time of my not-being. How sublime is unexistence seen from a human dimension.
2.
Here I am submitted to you feeling these orgasmic shivers and my back adhered to a force inversed to the gravity. You are the mystic matter that will turn the vibrations and spasms that i rip from my guts into golden threads. You’re the elixir that will petrify our brainwaves You’re the elixir that will make our poetry immortal. Here I am submitted to you with one gaseous and stooped over figure that will join the volatile particles to the yet floating bodies in the firmament. You are the philosopher's stone that will turn into precious materials the sounds we transmit after its silences. You’re the elixir that will petrify our brainwaves You’re the elixir that will make our poetry immortal Metamorphose me to the primal to be the piece that fits in all blanks. Open my eyes when everything is a lie when everything’s veil is a thin shield.
3.
I have been touched by the hands of a supreme being with the coldness of a pentameric symmetry iceberg. I would not believe in god if it would not for science, and I wonder if I would save the fire or the air that feeds it. Its fingers were flexible and were extended towards me melting and bending the space-time. I would not believe in god if it would not for science, and I wonder if I would save the fire or the air that feeds it. Its arms also stretched out to me in a curved way to embrace me. But I only understand the straight line and the Euclidean geometry divisions. The tetrahedron shows the fire as the octahedron is shown by the earth. The icosahedron shows the water as the cube shows the air. Finally I float towards the fifth element figure, and I still wonder if I would save the fire or the air that feeds it.
4.
Although we are not able to walk neither to move around by our feet. Everything is still difficult and uncanny in such an advanced era. Our essence has an eternal companion. The void of loneliness and silence of the darkness hiding behind the stars. Humans rally to the call of the impossible things that make us feel an addictive anxiety, Of reaching those things that burn and slip from our hands like a jelly fish. Although we are not able to walk, humans rally to the call of the impossible things Of reaching those things that burn, In such an advanced era.
5.
6.
Omniverse 05:40
We are grown within a dodecahedral uterus of a perfect cosmic endlessness. And I can’t help but staring at a plant without seeing the beauty of the golden ratio. Omniverse We are grown within a dodecahedral uterus of a perfect cosmic endlessness, and I can’t help but staring at the stars without seeing the ordered viscerality of the logarithmic spyrals. Omniverse As the order that moves our steps you measure the amount of air we're breathing, you are perfection. As the Macrocosm formed by small microcosmic particles you let us die in that dodecahedral uterus of a perfect cosmic endlesness.
7.
You have no idea, You, frozen visage About what floating in the aether means Nor breathing from it. You can only creep, hurt your skin and bleed through the craggy paths of the sublunar minds. There were two vertical parallel infinites which never crossed themselves. Your soul could barely realize what made you special. You fell in an endless delta dream that made your mind and body wander alone.
8.
Dystopia 07:02
Over every corporeus thing there is a fetid and yellow fog that covers it all, as far as these eyes can see. On this megalitic skyscraper the others are moving with their horrified skin as they stoke the fire as we do. Nothing is what it used to be and our hearts don’t beat the same way anymore. They are sitting unemotional and silent but I know they want to throw themselves into de void in order not to stay inside that pointed, geometric and rectangular invocation. Is it just water steam or sulphuric acid? Who will hear our screams of agony when our throes of death arrive? Where are the other survivors? Where is the sun? Nothing is what it used to be and our hearts don’t beat the same way anymore. Our questions still unanswered, you still silent and laughing.

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released September 23, 2016

The Holeum are:
Pablo Egido (vocals & drones)
Miguel Fernández (drums)
Paco Porcel (bass)
Luis albadalejo (guitars)

Guest:
Alvar Monfort (Trumpets)

Produced, mixed and arrangements by Daniel Gil.

Recorded and mixed at Siete Barbas Recording Studio & Karma Recovery Room.
Mastered at Ultramarinos Mastering by Victor García.

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The Holeum Alicante, Spain

Baptised with a name related to an astrophysic theory about dark matter and black holes, The Holeum were born in 2,014 and play a kind of downtempo dark metal -let´s say doom metal?- with melancholic melodies and elements outside metal, like trumpets.

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