We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Bathed In Ash

by Patrons of The Rotting Gate

supported by
Sælzer Bub
Sælzer Bub thumbnail
Sælzer Bub Stunning Black/Death Metal as it’s best! Favorite track: Bleached Bones.
Grigou
Grigou thumbnail
Grigou When you absolutely loved an album which is supposed to be the first part of a saga, 7 years is a long time to wait until the next one... and I'd love to say that it was worth waiting, but I'm still trying to understand "Bathed in ash", grasping at melodies and trying to uncover the melancholy under the technicality.

This is not an easy album, and so far I definitely prefer The rose coil, but this is genius at work, there's no denying that. I hope I'll get the hang of it soon :) Favorite track: The River Of Blood.
Dudeshoot Mankill
Dudeshoot Mankill thumbnail
Dudeshoot Mankill This album is something else. Beautiful yet absolutely decimating. Proggy and melodic yet it fucking rips.

10/10 throw these guys some money if you have too many of those. Favorite track: Orphan.
more... more...
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
Cynosure 03:16
Do you see the mercy of he who will release nirvana? The father and fosterer, the shield and sword, the blood and breath, the strength and song. Merciful salvation! Spirit, speak through this body, sing to bare your child’s devotion. Blessed are we to have nothing, through clasping hands, the prophet's voice, our dying eyes; liberated from the chains of our being, the inevitability of sin. The shameful strength of our own will, a broken spine marred by the serpent’s tongue, the sacrifice offered to the corrupted. Lead us from here, the Princes’ shadow path, We surrender for the sacrifice, and to ascend. Sow this body in dark, and raise the soul in light. Extend the glory of one through my corrupted flesh to fend off the serpent.
2.
The foundation of the earth, the spirit and the son, the father and the sacrifice. A gift for us; abstracted progeny whose failure bore no consequence. Faithful servants we will come together to render our voices, Oh, to scrape the heavens! Faithful sons of liturgy. Day to night he has come to me, Oh to behold the beauty of what is unseen! Light in the dying sea, comfort in the rubble. A birthright, a hooded messenger to plague my mind. An infected thorn atop my skull to abate my flesh, to quell conceit. I take pride in my weakness, I am not my strength. Night after night I have come to him, to remove my anguish, to cast off this burden. Fated son of initiation. Quivering lips and crying eyes plead, to behold the beauty of what is unseen; light in the dying sea, comfort in the rubble. Father bring me closer, I seek refuge, shelter in your golden fortress. Call me from the darkness into your glow, take my eyes so I can see the light in this dying sea. Come forth from the rubble. A starlit song, a parturition to revere, He was born! The one to save us all from our predestined failings. Liberate me from this path that I will walk tomorrow, I have sinned already. I take pride in my weakness, I am not my strength, I am not the master of my own soul. Dead in my transgressions. Gratified by the cravings of flesh, following the darkness lead by my breath; like all the rest, we are by nature deserving of wrath, deserving of suffering. But by his grace, I have been saved and reborn! My birthright of rotting flesh. Bring me from the darkness, lead me from death, and raise my soul in light! Like all the rest, we are by nature deserving of wrath, deserving of suffering. But by his grace I have been reborn, his sacrifice; a lone child’s blood. This bestowal; an extended hand to share divinity. By his sacrifice, by one son’s body, and by his grace we will be reborn. A crimson sky, the sacrifice to be revealed, but reborn! The death to save us all from our patrimonial wounds. To ascend back to him.
3.
Orphan 04:40
A lamb to be weaned from the altar, calmly led by the authors of soulless words. Shepherding them from a serene ancestral bed; gilded and radiant, a monolith of elation. Engulfed in saccharine rain, spewing sentences circular that orbit the temples, a golden halo. Purge the eyes of what he saw. Through his breaking fingers veil; Twin pillars of white, wrapped in two snakes A creaking staircase to the soil. A mirage? The burning sword? And the gloried shield that shelters the flock? The afterimage of light rots; The beating heart, our second-hand breath dissolving in the sun. To be one orphan, just one in the pile of decomposing figures. Not an extension of one, no trace of shared divinity; a void of worth.
4.
I saw a mirage, a beacon in the fog, a carnassial angel wrapped in wool. Luring decaying subjects to an ancestral wrath, the crawling torture on the rack; the sluggish twist of suffering. We are alone with just one certainty, one path we walk; a crooked stairwell to the void. We all feel abandoned in the truth of what we are. No shared divinity. Not an extension of one.
5.
I hear no song in this silent city, no loving judgement, no shelter. Dead echoes of an angel, the wings of purgation rotted away, my decomposed eternity. Screaming to re-animate my corpse, wailing for one resurrecting inhalation; a ritualised decay. The unveiled sum of our dismal totality; Mere frameworks of mucus, feral parasites, the apex of creation. Look inside and you will see no more than scoured, bleached bones sheathed under this ruptured flesh. A light absconded, the vacuum of abandon all that remains. The silent crawl of death inching, approaching; breath on the neck. Look inside and you will see no more than scoured, bleached bones sheathed under this ruptured flesh. A light absconded, the vacuum of abandon all that remains, the skeletal hand of death inching toward the neck.
6.
Purge my eyes of what I’ve seen. Return the sword and gloried shield, the pulsating heart that serves the river of blood, the spirit’s breath, the light of the sun. Give me light, take my vision so I can see. Deliver me from the darkness, shelter me, take my eyes, so I can see the light awaken me. This path I walk alone was bathed in light forevermore, when I believed he could see me. This path I walk alone was bathed in light forevermore, when I believed he was with me. Holy elixir to drown my sorrow, permeate these scars, these fractures inside me.
7.
I hear no song in this silent city. The hymnal lullaby of antiquity now faded echoes of a dying angel shackled and gagged; silenced by a deafening roar of arrogance. The anthem of the serpent’s tongue deconsecrating light. This land is the death of love, a graffitied labyrinth of smog that lines our lungs with every second-hand breath. Stymied inhalation, ethereal degeneration. The wretching wise speaking in alien tongues. A vomitous lexicon of spiritual decline. Sterile signals from a satellite, the pulsating chorus of atonality; encoded passages of deterioration. An unholy communion, the cleric’s doctrine disgorged in binary; a funereal tome that inspires a longing for the grave. The light at the end of the crooked path, tranquility in the tomb; the silence in death. I saw a mirage! A beacon in the fog, an angel wrapped in rays of light, a revelation! Offering refuge for surrender; a golden collar. Singing a sadist's song, dulcet tones of servitude. Bring me back there, give me light, take my eyes so I can see. Sing to me the sweetest song, a lullaby of subjugation. Weaned from the altar by the authors of tenebrosity, larcenists of serenity; disfiguring the blank face of the spirit that brought me some semblance of meaning. Engulf me in saccharine rain, adorn my body with a golden halo! Purge my eyes of what I’ve seen; twin pillars of white wrapped in two snakes, a creaking staircase into the soil. Bring me some semblance of meaning Drown me in saccharine rain. Adorn my corpse with a golden halo.
8.
A body floating in the dying sea engulfed in saccharine rain, utterly at peace and crowned with a golden halo; The lucky one, the one blessed with the gift of lies. The sweetest song from an angel; when it’s lost, merge me with fire. The dulcet hymn of servitude. Sing the rose lullaby of subjugation. I see nothing comparable to the heavens; the golden light I bathed in morphing to ash. The sweetest song from an angel; it’s been lost to me, merge me with fire. The dulcet hymn of servitude. Sing the rose lullaby of subjugation, f;attened by the authors of tenebrous words. Lead from the fortress by the chorus that rose up and cast doubt on the altar; Singing the serpents anthem, Within cancerous cluster chords, Deafened by nothing’s crushing pitch, The note of degeneration. Chorus of atonality, roaring. Sing me the serpents anthem Within cancerous cluster chords, Deafened by nothing’s crushing pitch, The note of degeneration. It was the first time I saw nothing left but the serenity of death. I just see nothing left. There is nothing left. Bring forth the silence eternally.
9.
Skeletons labour & wither, bred in circles. Eternal toil; fulfillment futile with power, justice lost; dissolved. O’ howl! For every soul abandoned in the truth, a life unsacred. Singing the serpents anthem in cancerous cluster chords, deafened by nothing’s crushing pitch, the note of degeneration, the chorus of atonality; Faded echoes of an angel shackled and gagged, silenced by a bellowing of justice lost; dissolved. O’ howl! For every soul abandoned in the truth, a life unsacred. The divine journey onward into the shadows blinded by light, With charred mutilated hands forever clasped in futile prayer. We all feel abandoned in the truth of what we are. Undivine. The chorus of atonality amplifies and deafens the altars voice. O’ howl! For every soul abandoned in the truth, a life unsacred. The crooked path I walk alone. Engulfed in bile Bathed in ash.

credits

released May 9, 2020

Andrew Ross Millar - Vocals/Guitar/Bass/"Drums"/Production/Artwork
Matt Matheson (Potmos Hetoimos) - Guest Vocals on "...We Have All Felt Abandon"
potmoshetoimos.bandcamp.com

The Suburb Of Solitude Records
thesuburbofsolituderecords.bandcamp.com

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Patrons of The Rotting Gate Belfast, UK

Progressive Black/Death Metal from Belfast, Northern Ireland

thesuburbofsolituderecords.bandcamp.com


Influences include: Orgone, Latitudes, Deathspell Omega, Gorguts, Mirrorthrone, Meshuggah, Asmodee, Ulcerate, Spawn of Possession, Unholy Matrimony, Baring Teeth, Altar of Plagues, Pyrrhon, Dodecahedron, Der Weg einer Freiheit, Portal
... more

contact / help

Contact Patrons of The Rotting Gate

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

Patrons of The Rotting Gate recommends:

If you like Patrons of The Rotting Gate, you may also like: