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A Testament To Our Will

by Withermoon

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Reason for existence. Reason for existence. It's a cold cold world. Where ones reason for being is displayed for anyone's seeing. A place where subsistence is norm, and subserviance life hastens a needing for freeing. Why are we alive? This existence occurs longer than can be endured. The longer it is suffered begets wrath to incur, inciting feelings of rancor. I will endure no more. Suicide seems to be the key. Can it be done? You know I want to want to. When it's all over, you will remember me. Bedlam beckons to call. Tumultuous in my minds eye seen. Agitation possesses me. Unlocking the gate to my violent tendencies. Man are but skinvelopes, meatsacks of bleeding gruel. Maybe I can take my frustrations out on you now that I've gained the capacity to be cruel. I have reached my limit, all the fucking bullshit I take. My reason for existence is null and void. Either my will or your body will break. I cannot continue. You cannot be free. When my hunger for my life ensues, you will remember me. I know I can't I think I can I know I can't. You know this situation oh it seems to never end. Odium humani generis. I'm afraid its time for one of us to die my friend. I know I can't I think I can I know I can't. You know this situation oh it seems to never end. Odium humani generis. I'm afraid its time for one of us to die my friend. I cannot continue. You cannot be free. When my hunger for our life ensues, you will remember me. It's not a question of why we live, or an inquiry for reasons to exist. We are born to be slaves to life and in the end, all alone, we die. Fuck you! My reason for existence is none of your business. My reason for existence is nonexistent. My reason for existence, it needs no witness. My reason for existence is nonexistent. My reason for existence is of no consequence. My reason for existence is nonexistent
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Abwhorror 04:26
A silhouette. A shining from beyond the door. Reliving a nightmare. A tremendous horror to abhor. Shock sets in. Realities I cannot fathom. My mind bends, and twists and snaps into black chasms. Pain, and fear. Disbelief, denial I deplore. Lamentations seizing my mind. I cannot ignore. Shock sets in. Realities I cannot fathom. My mind bends, and twists and snaps into black chasms. Desperate cries. Everywhere I look all I see is my death. On my knees begging screaming escape release me. Madness and panic. Convulsions and malady. Suicide beckons me to put an end to this endless agony. No more pain. Every moment an eternity. Entertained concepts of my mortality. Fuck you. Fuck all your lies. Fuck all the icons you idolize. You had your chance but you stole mine. Light will never again shine through my fucking eyes. Never forgive never forget abwhorror. Never forgive never forget abwhorror.
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My ritual knife drips in the darkness. Soaked in my loathing and lust for blood. Sworn to the razor. My ritual knife drips in the darkness. Soaked in my loathing and lust for blood. Sworn to the razor. Sweet release. Kiss of death. I use this blade to cut out all that I detest. Sorrowed night. End this pain. Haunted by the consciousness of my distain. Blackened sight. Now I abhor. Loyal to the razor to which I have sworn. Open wide. Razor deep. Bleed out my soul through my veins. Athame in hand, gripped with my might. Clenched with intentions to sever all ties. My body I strike. Cleaving a wound. Ritual suicide under the moon. Deamons commune and death beckons to call. Having misanthropic visions toward the end of you all. Beneath the pall, I swear by my knife, life's not worth living and living is a waste of time. Sweet release. Kiss of death. I use this blade to cut out all that I detest. Sorrowed night. End this pain. Haunted by the consciousness of my distain. Blackened sight. Now I abhor. Loyal to the razor to which I have sworn. Open wide. Razor deep. Bleed out my soul through my veins. My ritual knife drips in the darkness. Soaked in my loathing and lust for blood. Sworn to the razor. My ritual knife drips in the darkness. Soaked in my loathing and lust for blood. Sworn to the razor.
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Dregs Of God 05:15
How can one be so ignorant? Self empowerment and logic dismissed. How can one afford to be so worthless? Worshipping a god that does not exist. Religion is the scourge of man. It defies reason and logic, it's flawed. Insecurity is how the assimilation began. They hide beneath the skirts of their god. The weak cannot resist. Their egos are too fragile. They lack the wit to desist and succumb to their biblical manuals. The need to believe in god is to surrender your mind. Unbeknownst to you your god is a fraud. Scamming you from yourself with all of their lies. The weak cannot resist. Their egos are much to fragile. They lack the will to desist and succumb to their idiocratic manuals. They promise the embrace of love. They distill the disgrace of fear. There is no god above it's all a trap to ensnare you. Cornering you by the tip of their spear. Their greed it begs for more. They tithe payments on their sins. Their wrath it leads to war. Ever searching out the very evils they hold within. These participating cultist, cultivating and molding their clods. How fucking worthless can they be? They are the dregs of their god. Dregs of god. Dregs of god. Dregs of god. Dregs of god. Dregs of god. How can one be so ignorant? Self empowerment and logic dismissed. How can one afford to be so worthless? Worshipping a god that does not exist. God does not exist! God does not exist!
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That is not dead which can eternally lie, and with strange aeons even death may die. Death becomes nonexistent. Like a disease with no treatment. A gleefully riotous people ascertain this new phenomenon. Governments powerless to control this anomaly once thought fiction. Chaos ensues. Consequences of human nature. The genetic structure of life immortalized. Any and every astronomic to iota living being quantified. It's what they wanted to suffer this unbearably endless life. All of whom unprivileged with the entitlement or mercy to die. Death. Populations overgrown. Out of control. A cosmic joke. Humanity has become the engine that feeds and fuels this hellhole. A machine that can't console, that can't condole, that has no soul. Ignorantly and aggressively orgying it way into this fathomless hole. They pray for death. Answers never come. They wail for death and are never done. After many aeons the world has become a vast sea of plants and bodies. An entangled writhing moaning mass. Imbecilic and weak. A sight too unsightly. Death. Death. Death. World without death. Death. Death. Death. World without death. A world without love. A world without joy. A world without end. A world without death
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Encircling this plane. Amidst these mists no man can perceive. Psychic energies deplete. They allow their spirits to be deceived. Astral illusions. Led and followed. Lambs to slaughter. Time's the butcher. A spectre watching waiting. Observing remnants perpetuating. Corporeal shadows. Spectre of the mists bellows. Astral lights fluctuating aglow. There is no escape from this limbo. It abides waiting to be recognized. Growing in a scorn that cannot be quantified. Lambs of this world drudging in no apparent direction. Desperately it searches to make any kind of connection. Corporeal shadows. Spectre of the mists bellows. A spectre watching waiting. Observing remnants perpetuating. Spectre! Poltergeist! Thirsty for remembrance. Damned wretched shade. Drowning in a cesspool of abhorrence. Ethereal invisible in the fogs opaque. Nympholeptic to ideas of it's consciousness fading away. Spirit of the dead longing for death. In all of time it never finds an end. Spectre of the mists. Unrelentingly persists. Hunting little lambs. Leaving behind only cryptograms. Encircling this plane. Shrouding this world. The mist envelopes all. The spectre unfurls. Glaring waiting. Anticipating to seize it's moment. To silence lambs. Facilitating death
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Outnumbered, in line for war. The enemy span far as eyes can see. Their blood will soak and quench the earth. We will have our honor and victory. Our warriors at them soar. Our enemy cannot be allowed to flee. Lines converge we will endure assaulting through purging this scourge. Sparking swords and splintering shields. Ontoward I am injured my fate seems to be sealed. I refuse to die until the battles won. My enemy shall suffer catastrophic defeat. Iron clad, I rise again. Charging forward with my sword in hand. Into my enemy I run. They all will die none will retreat. Their forces are inferior to my men. In the end, all alone, we shall stand. A testament to my will. A testament to my will. It's time at last. We have pushed the enemy back. In terror they attempt to flee. Without pity we forward attack. Closing the gap, I smell a trap. Ambush surprise. With a new wound light dims to black. A comrade knelt over me. Slapping me to consciousness and screaming my name. His voice an echo. The world reverberant. I again to my feet to fight in this haze. The realization I am yet to be dead. My mind back in my control. Inspite incurring two fatal wounds I will not die until I achieve my goal. Back on my feet. Myself and my elite. Charging forward again, closing in on their men. One last symphony of clashes, bangs, screams, and groans. From the trees survivors shall hang. The battles won we taste victory. The blood of both friend and foe envelope all that can be seen. My men pick me up and carry me. Triumphantly over the mountainous dead, as those whom had survived now swing from the trees. My men inquire as to the next mission. To which, I grin Succumbing to my wounds, I tell them this fight has been a testament to my will. A testament to my will. A testament to my will. A testament to my...

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released February 10, 2022

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Withermoon is 2nd Wave influenced Raw Black Metal hailing from Santa Ana California. In conspiracy with the Black Earth Legion

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