PANDAEMONIUM
Released on November 15th, 2024
Label: MiMo Sound Records
All music & lyrics written by Erymanthon for Apocalypse
Cover artwork design by Erymanthon
Cover art: "Pandaemonium" by John Martin
Recorded and mixed by Erymanthon at Darkwoods Studios, Turin, Italy
Mastered by Micke MiMo Moberg at MiMo Sound Studio, Stockholm, Sweden
Produced by Erymanthon & MiMo
PRAELUDIUM IN D MINOR
(Instrumental)
HANGED, DRAWN AND QUARTERED
Hanged, Drawn and Quartered. The final sentence. The punishment of triple death
Accused of high treason, once you’re condemned there is no way to be redeemed
Now the loop laid around your neck tightens as you’re lifted up in the air
Gasping for air and shaking in fear as the pressure builds inside your head
Eventually just before you pass out, the rope is cut and you fall on the ground
Do not be fooled, you haven’t be spared, your suffering is just begun
Dragged through dust and gravel
Ripped open till your throat
As you writhe in pain your innards are drawn
Watch them burn before you
Now get ready to die
Quartering is now the final act on the altar splattered with your blood
Under the eyes of a thousand beholders the axeman obeys the command
Axe is well sharpened and lifted up high and slammed down cutting you open wide
Ropes are tied to your limbs and four horsemen are ready to tear you apart
The sign is now given to
End your disgraceful life
Ripped and torn in four
Earth drinks from your blood
Die!
WITCHHUNT
Hunted at nighttime by horsemen in black
Found thou white-eyed, hands splattered with blood
Thy beauty violated by their mortal lust
Thy graceful body twisted and beaten up
No torture or pain can thy pride break
Not begging for mercy, no will to repent
Thy sacrifice shall not be in vain
Resounds thy laughter as they ignite the stake
Red golden hair of the devil’s own kind
Blends with the flames reaching high to the sky
But thy piercing blue eyes still do gleam crystal clear
A grin on thy lips, of pride, not of fear
“My kin shall not be broken, onto you all my curse is laid
As the smell of her burning body poisons the air you are breathing
And as soon as your life to an end is coming
Your names shall I call, bound to burn for all eternity”
PIT OF OBLIVION
Holed up into the dungeons deep
The smell of humid soil
You stand into the freezing darkness
And step on rotten bones
No light, the grid too high to reach
You now scream in vain
In horror scratch and tear the walls
You rip your flesh and nails
Pit of Oblivion
Buried and forgotten
Pit of Oblivion
Rotting and forsaken
You count the days and hours
In pitch black dark you are blind
Your prayers and laments resound
Yet no one is there to hear
Left to starve for weeks on end
Your strength now fades away
You realise the life you’re living
Is coming to its end
THE WELL OF DECEPTION
Shattered is the hourglass
On the altar stained with blood
Look, behold His Majesty
Immolating his own son
Damned those who pronounced the oath
Enter now his delusive realm
Oh you fools who drank from his well
Is it not deceit that which you taste?
Glorious was thy prophecy
Now hang in shame, crowned in thorns
Oh, dethroned you weep in scorn, son of
Mortal flesh and lust
Immolated in dishonor
Now thy hands are full of blood
Immolated and left to rot, on the
Altar shaped as cross
BROKEN ILLUSION
Trust is death they say, yet the lesson goes unlearned
Caring only gets you, you will never be the same
Did you ever feel, and let yourself be carried away
Now with shattered heart do you curse and hurt and bleed
Never should have you ever cared one bit for them
Never should have you let them lead your mind astray
Shatter your trust, lay in disillusion
Your hopes revealed: a Broken Illusion
All the pain you feel, hold it in your hands
You will not be torn but empowered
Seek no trust outside, cause in the end you’re all there is
Never care again and you will master your own fate
SON OF FIRE
Born of the flames and baptised in blood
Under a crimson sky
Relentless fury inside me does burn
No fear can touch my strong heart
I am the Son of Fire
Lightning in my eyes and sword in my hand
I came to take your life tonight
Accused and guilty of highest betrayal
Repent will not have you spared
I am the Son of Fire
Anger now burns in my heart
Under a blooded red sky
Ready you must get to die!
PANDAEMONIUM
Deep down in the bowels of Earth
Deep down into the pit of Hell
Way up atop the hill of death
Up high scratching the crimson sky
Engulfed in thick and black smoke
Where lakes of fire and lava rivers flow
A palace is rising so mighty and tall
Solemn architecture towering above all
Of sovran power, with awful ceremony
And trumpet sound throughout the host proclaim
A solemn council forthwith to be held
At Pandaemonium, the High Capital
Arcades of gold stretch beyond eyes can see
Pavements and hallways so shiny and sleek
Mighty columns bear the vaults way up high
Gates so majestic stand open wide
Aback the hall where the council is held
On throne of gold sits His Majesty
The Wise, the Fallen, the Bringer of Light
Betrayed, he ponders his doomsday revenge
FINALE
(Instrumental)