Self

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The album focuses on the problem of self. Six tracks explore different ways to live, or fail to live, with self and world. They embody the struggles these paths and strategies create: blindness, suffering, a desire for release, the destruction of self and others as well as the turning towards -or away from- life.

Self as prison, self as a source of power, self as vessel for manipulation by outside forces, self as shield and as inner world, self as medium for Dionysian rapture, self as something to be overcome.

In the six songs that constitute ‘Self’, the rage of black metal is paired with a cathartic destruction as well as a contemplative, sometimes crawling melancholy. Instead of navel gazing or the worship of constructs, ‘Self’ is analysis forced. A cerebral celebration of liberation at all costs and a requiem for spheres rendered apart.

The artwork of ‘Self’ depicts ants, consumed by Ophiocordyceps. These parasitic fungi appropriate the brains of whichever host they infect, to manipulate and effectively destroy its self-regulating features. Through this annexation, the ants become empty shells of what they once were, governed by a destruction from within, imposed and irreconcilable.

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released October 19, 2015

All songs and lyrics by Terzij de Horde
Recorded in February and March 2015 at Studio Independent Recordings, Utrecht (NL)
Recorded and mixed by Quintijn Verhoef
Mastered by James Plotkin

Photographs by Dr. Charissa de Bekker
Artwork by Richard

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LP: Burning World Records
CD: Consouling Sounds
CS: Tartarus Records

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Terzij de Horde Utrecht, Netherlands

Terzij de Horde combine an amalgam of progressive black and doom metal with a rawness reminiscent of extreme hardcore or chaotic screamo.

Terzij de Horde is Dutch for “athwart the horde”. It is a line from the poem “Einde” (ending) by legendary Dutch poet Hendrik Marsman. Marsman is an inspiration to the band, as are many other authors and philosophers in the same dark vitalistic vein.
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Track Name: Absence
Absence

When the living subverts
When it is a truth in itself
When there is no higher purpose than to be

To dischord this common Word

To a seething mass of dread
To embrace this darkened ecstasy

When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word

The rage of the damned and persecuted
Their seeing eyes as trophies for a sightless throne
Building and smoldering with violent promise

Like claws set to rend a deathly reality
Like a blade forged to split a hateful unity

This war bursts forth from mouths of flame
Shattered teeth, soaring words, hell untamed

To crucify the sanctity of suffering forever

To carve a nihill for this false abyss

Artifice devoured
A silent inward gasp

Exorcise the world spirit
All that is ancient and crooked

So that light can burst forth in its absence
A thousand secret springs of wildfire
For the daemon champions of this earth

A thousand secret springs of wildfire
For the daemon champions of this earth

To compete for such divinity
A phantasmagorical emanation
A man-made sphere of inclusion and exile

To compete for such divinity
A phantasmagorical revelation
A mandrake root which burgeons and crawls

Fear turns the thorns inward
Spectral spires and pits
De profundis, the deception calls
Aeons’ shadow values
Raised on power and fear

When the living subverts
When it is a truth in itself
When there is no higher purpose than to be

To dischord this common Word

To a seething mass of dread
To embrace this darkened ecstasy

When there is no higher purpose than to be
To dischord this common Word

Trample this dire deity, this broken entity
Of lust, dread, awe
A loss of life, a defiant triumph.
Vengeance a duty, a protection to mar

Vengeance
Track Name: A Marriage of Flesh and Air
A Marriage of Flesh and Air

A conjured creation in knots and bones
in a pounding of fragments, a rupture of stones
As in death we dance, we crawl through this
As in death we dance, we stumble amiss

Jilt and jitter to an ending of worlds
where our hearts will either break or bronze
Dervish twirling to horizons uncared
in dances ferocia anima downstared

Wingless and withered but raging alive
The dueling dischord just magnifies
The rhythms of rendering rhymes
with which we vengeful gods destroy the hive

Celebrate the marriage of flesh and air

Faceted eyes see all but none
Guided by the grasp of drones
A crawling chaos , follow the horde
Carry the void toward its throne

Throw away the anchors, the steadfast, the light
and tell of that which you see in the dark
A shared immersion in blood and cadence
A syncopic structure of stabbing sparks

Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal
Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel

Whirling and weakened but wasted no more
This flame rekindles the embers of a once before
A cessation of life extinguished by a forging flood
A time anon, born from the ashes of brine and blood

Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal
Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel

Ripping the fabric in strands tied to naught
To bear the raging worlds within
Through the ruined gasp that surrounds
a seething silence forced to whims,
the impulse of passion, impetus’ charm
this is a vowel of encompassing harm
of cathartic deliverance through purging blaze,
through shedding the shells of this suffocate haze

Jilt and jitter to a beginning of worlds
where our hearts will either break or bronze
Track Name: Averoas
Averoas

Dragging feet on paths uncarved
I am the beacon of fault
Sinews and raven's cloak
You mock me? Ah, ye would.

Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones.

A sole symbol this corpse
A race conscious enough
to know it is vile,
intelligent enough to know
it is insignificant.

These are the bitterest of mockeries:
Pain is not an evil;
Death is not a separation;
Sickness is but a blessing in disguise.

Weary and weak
I make my way home
Collapsing under entropy
this specter of universal death
sits among the guests at every feast
It lies in bed with all the lovers.

Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
good spells, godspeed you, fallen ones.

I have wandered to find him.
Stared at abysses before which thought
must be silent for fear of going mad
must be silent for fear of becoming naught

What is this shame in ignorance? Is it not a duty?
Am I searching for the second coming, the adjacent advent?
Or am I clutching at this imposed immortality?
This taste of death I yearn for,
I tarry behind, what is that to thee?

Omnipresent preaching of precepts,
good spells, godspeed you, fallen one.

This taste of death I yearn for,
I tarry behind, what is that to thee?
Track Name: Contre le Monde, Contre la Vie
Contre le Monde, Contre la Vie

'What may this fluorescent pageant mean?
Who can the evanescent object glean?
He that is dead is the key of Life—
Gone is the symbol, deep is the grave!'

To those of us for whom
Sight has meant seeing abysses
The waking world has been an insult

Our instinct has always been
To turn inward and turn away
From the life of the polis

Turn inward

To horrors more gloriously vibrant
Beyond vistas of fabrication
Where wars of psyche and shadow
Devour and deform and give birth

There, under our own raging skies
The breath of Moloch torn away
We were free and wild as the ancients

We have been the shadows of this age
Our dreams crawled like pioneer weeds
On the trail of new death

'Man is a breath, and Life is the fire;
Birth is death, and silence the choir.
Wrest from the aeons the heart of gold!
Tear from the fabric the threads that are old!'
Track Name: Geryon - See Extinguished the Sight of Everything but the Monster
Geryon – See Extinguished the Sight of Everything but the Monster

Carry on, and avoid the pains
of looking inward and seeing how I've been obtained
Carry on, and cherish this power,
these remnants of pride that have remained

To know whom I belong to
Is to know what moves my hand
I have taken a high seat
among the devils of the land

Thus I spake:
If not me, who then?
If not me, how then?
So it must be.
So it will be.

Beyond the bounds of permitted aspirations
History claws upward
Below the ringing of noble discourse
Fate devours the world

And so, pattern and plague,
It claws through me
And so shapes the reach
Of my dreams

So it will be
So it has always been

I have gone into the lands of torment
And within the pale of exclusion
I held a banquet
For the elevation of the self

Hells exposed and tamed
Into hierarchies of fear

Accepted
I create distance and division
Pardoned
I am cloaked by circumstance
Esquired
I give in and let go
Track Name: Sacrifice - A Final Paroxysm
Sacrifice – A Final Paroxysm

What resolve remains to me
When nothing survives and nothing suffices
When doubt has broken all horizons

But to extend will
Beyond will’s capacity

To cast off
The corpse of lies

Through sacrifice, to hidden grounds
My means to probe the self
Are careful, violent, final

Long shuttered life
Now shudders and trembles
With boundless, groundless desire
For plethora, openness, disorder

This is the antithesis of ritual
Put an end to sin, if sin there is
To expiation, if expiation there is

Reeling toward onrushing crisis
Toward willed annihilation
No vain flight on wax wings
But a leap to end all faith

Through sacrifice, to gateless gates
My means to probe the self
Are careful, violent, final

The creature, the traveller, is torn apart
Opened, turned outward toward death
Its thinking deranged and outraged
Its seamless garment rent

A corpse of lies
Cast off

Opened, turned outward toward death
Deranged and outraged
The seamless garment rent

A final paroxysm,
The birth of sight