Digitus Dei

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‘Digits Dei’ EP was recorded and mixed at PsySonic sound studio (August 2014 – September 2015). Drums were recorded at Sunflower studio (July 2014). Violin were performed by Yulia Viten (IRDORATH folk band). Mixing and mastering by Wrathtodd.
Produced by Infestum.

Cover artwork by Gerda Ditrih.

‘Monuments of Exalted’ lyrics contains excerpts from ‘Thus spoke Zarathustra’ book written by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

Current line-up:

Ion (vocals)
Wrathtodd (guitars, synths)
Forneus (drums)
Werwolfe (bass)

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released October 27, 2015

Thanks for the support to everyone who helped us in work on this EP filling our being with lots of energy and inspirations. These songs are dedicated to all of you!

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Track Name: Digitus Dei
Above the all
I soar on wings of my predestination
Above all morals and sins
With glance of damnation
I comprehend the guilt

And every damned will receive
What he deserves
And everyone is cursed

I am Lord Avenger! Behold!
Here comes the tempter and exposer
The Day of Judgement now gets closer
I am Forefinger of the God

And every damned will receive
What he deserves
And everyone is cursed

I bring redemption to the World
Detecting cravens and aborted
And every infamy will be rewarded
I am the Omen of Downfall

And every damned will receive
What he deserves
And everyone is cursed

I made of light which burns the souls
Of slaves atrembling in their temples
The God of Vengeance I recall
My Ark will float on waves of ashes
And blood

And every damned will receive
What he deserves
And everyone is cursed
Track Name: Monuments of Exalted Rebuilt
Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation;
and I look downward because exalted I am.

I love those who do not know how to live, except by going under, for they are those who cross over.
I love him who lives to know, and who wants to know so that the overman may live some day. And thus he wants to go under.
I love him who loves his virtue, for virtue is the will to go under and an arrow of longing.
I love him who casts golden words before his deeds and always does even more than he promises: for he wants to go under.

Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation;
and I look downward because exalted I am.

I love him who justifies future and redeems past generations: for he wants to perish of the present.
I love him whose soul is deep, even in being wounded, and who can perish of a small experience: thus he goes gladly over the bridge.
I love him who has a free spirit and a free heart: thus his head is only the entrails of his heart, but his heart drives him to go under.
I love all those who are as heavy drops, falling one by one out of the dark cloud that hangs over men: they herald the advent of lightning, and, as heralds, they perish.

Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation;
and I look downward because exalted I am.

Behold, I am a herald of the lightning
and a heavy drop from the cloud;
but this lightning is called overman.
Track Name: Descant Of Yore
Our past goes with the light to the great nowhere
The radiation of our thoughts and visions
Ride the fourth dimension to get the center of Sansara
To enter the house of forgotten times.

I wander blind in sands of time
And grope illusions to adore
Amid the wail I yen to hear
Yet challenging...
The call of Yore

Past leaves with the light
Millenniums to radiate
The wheel of Sansara I ride
Reviving the dead

Begotten by the Age of fall
I choose to drink the cup of scorn
In void of present I recall
Yet challenging...
Descant of Yore