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Dans la débandade et les fièvres de l'amertume, parcourant ces confins du monde que nul plan de la Genèse n'avait prévus, que Dieu ignore et que les démons évitent, la pensée en deuil, au souvenir d'autres espaces, dresse les échafauds des espoirs, et tout ce qui est fleur dans les coeurs accroche ses rêves aux gibets. Sur la terre je traîne ma carcasse, Sur la terre je demeurerai. Puisse le ciel s'embraser et ses flammes venir pourlécher le crâne des hommes ! Pas la quiétude des voûtes, pas d'ensorcellements sereins, Pas de sourires fadasses au clair de lune ! Mais la tempête des astres en folie greffée sur les figures tragiques de la pensée ! Je n'ai pas de larmes à répandre sur des croix et des collines, pas de goût pour les résurrections éphémères. Pas de larmes à répandre sur des croix et des collines... Sur la terre je traîne ma carcasse, Sur la terre je demeurerai. Je veux au contraire, dans la tourmente du monde, être accoucheur de musique et verser les voix du sang dans le naufrage sonore de l'espace. Pas la quiétude des voûtes, pas d'ensorcellements sereins, Sur la terre je traîne ma carcasse, Sur la terre je demeurerai. Librement adapté d'E.M. Cioran
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Tribus 04:20
Tribus égarées Leurs larmes inondent le pavé Leurs jambes chancelent Mais se mouvent encore Tribus implorantes Qui ne viennent de nulle part Et marchent, intrépides, Sur les plaines vitrifiées Une jeune fille pendue Au détour d'un chemin... La mort se plaît à l'ombre de ses boucles... D'immenses torches de brume voilent l'horizon Les tours de guet se dressent et répandent leurs éclairs Éclatantes gerbes cosmiques Planant sur les tribus fanatiques Des flammes bleutées magnétisent les hordes, Ultime métamorphose de leurs volontés corrompues... Priant toujours, Ivres et chancelantes, Elles se livrent sans retenue Aux rayons électrisés Écrasées, leurs consciences Brûlées jusqu'à la poussière... Tribus égarées Leurs larmes inondent le pavé Leurs jambes chancelent Mais se mouvent encore Déchiquetées, Leurs ailes flambent Et montent vers l'azur En brandons éparpillés
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Time Tombs 06:34
No corpses in the time-tombs, No dusty skeletons... No corpses in the time-tombs, Metallic codes of memory tapes... Cyber-architectonic ghosts haunted them, Three-dimensional molecular transcriptions Of their living originals. Stored among the dunes In the hope that one day Physical recreation of coded personalities Would be possible. Ten millennia burial ground : (The Sea of Vergil) Five thousand years waiting An act of faith Dead souls embalmed... In their antique limbo. The air began to vibrate, Succession of vivid colours Rippled across the surface. Three-dimensional image, Brilliant electric blue robe... A composed and watchful face... appears... We would wander among the gutted time-tombs Listening to them splutter faintly in the dying light As they recreated their fading personas Deep crystal vaults flaring briefly... like giant goblets... Cyber-architectonic ghosts haunted them, Three-dimensional molecular transcriptions Of their living originals. Stored among the dunes In the hope that one day Physical recreation of coded personalities Would be possible. Ten millennia burial ground : (The Sea of Vergil) Five thousand years waiting An act of faith Dead souls embalmed... In their antique limbo. In these gardens of delusion Melodies are the only things... left... "Orion" Like dry sticks breaking, an ancient voice crackled : "Orion, Betelgeuse, Altair ! What twice-born star shall be my heir, Doomed again to be this scion - " Librement adapté de J.G. Ballard
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Myste 04:09
Purifié dans les eaux de la mer, Après le jeûne rituel, Je reçois le Kykéôn Pour communier avec la Déesse. J'entre dans la grotte sacrée, Recouvert d'un voile Qui m'isole du monde profane, Je marche sur la peau de bélier, Korè tourne autour de moi Avec ses torches allumées. Ma souillure est consumée... J'avance dans la cour du temple, Les mains attachées, Les yeux bandés, Obscurité complète... Je tâtonne dans les ténèbres... Korè verse le contenu de la coupe sur mon corps, Et marque mon front. Mon regard se perd dans la flamme qui brûle sur l'autel... Visions de formes apocalyptiques et hideuses... Je tâtonne dans les ténèbres... Je me livre au trépas Dans les entrailles de la Terre-Mère Pour renaître à l'image du cosmos. Necro C., octobre 2019
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The burning thirst for conquest is leading me astray The sea is turning crimson, under a sky of grey Have no fear of carnage, man your battlestations The last thing they will hear will be the sounds of our cannons Fire ! Fire ! Show no mercy, sink them to the depths Take everything they own until there's nothing left Fire ! Fire ! Show no pity, slash, hack and maim Leave just one man behind so he tells them what's our name He'll tell the tale of brave men Cruel, fierce and free Sinking down their man o' war Bastards of the sea The bastards of the sea
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Going down the mountain, into the ancient deep Guided by a monster, a certain kind of creep It's not the prettiest sight, some call it a curse This thing in black and white, controls the universe Its jaws are made of metal, his hindlegs are of steel In front of this foul creature I know that you will kneel A shiny spark of madness illuminates the dark Know your life is forfeit, enslaved to his bark Dog of War ! Climbing up the mountain to reach the sacred sky Riding on its back, the fire in my eye One hand on his leash and the other on my ax We will ride eternal, when the dog of war attacks
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Welcome to my festivities I'll be your host and king, enter as you please You're standing here in my humble home We serve the food at six but feel free to roam Let's enjoy together this hard earned meal You will taste delicacies while I'm sitting on my throne Pies infused with death, meat full of disease The lingering taste of plague, tainting the wheel of cheese Please have a cup of wine, it's not as old as me Feel free to take your time, you're here for eternity It's been so long since I've tasted something fresh I miss the smell of grass, the sunlight on my flesh My task is significant, I think I've come to terms I am life eternal, I am the king of worms The king of worms
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Night after night , day after day My twisted body is rotting away Consuming the soil, burning the forests Eating the souls of those wanting to rest I live off your sick when you bathe in my meat My tainted hand is reaching out for your guilt Open your mouth, swallow my brew And let your dignity slide out of you I am eternal When my hand's on your throat, my friend, your are toast Watch yourself slowly turn into compost I am infernal When my hand's on your throat, my friend, your are toast Entrust me with what you value the most Covered in false pretenses, my beauty is a trick Give my lies a lick and spare no expense

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SIMULACRE was born in 2014 as the heir of French Black metal pioneer band Asmodée. Old school influences and infernal Black metal dissonances are combined to create a chaotic yet theatrical atmosphere. These various elements are orchestrated in ambitious almost progressive songs with an organic production.

Led by songwriter and guitarist NecroC. (former Asmodée), the band released its first EP “La Jaiba” in 2017. After a few line-up changes, Simulacre is currently wrapping up a new release, “Les Voix du Sang” that should be unleashed in 2022.

ARCHVILE KING : Created in late 2019, Archvile King is the solo project of Nicolas "Baurus" M., multi-instrumentalist artist based in Nantes. His first EP, "Vile", paints a colorful picture of awful characters, in a style most reminicent of old-school Thrash Metal, with slight hints of Black Metal. Following the release of Vile, his music took a u-turn, becoming darker, deeper, and decidedly Black, without steering too far from how it started originally.

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released March 4, 2022

SIMULACRE
NecroC. - Guitars&Vocals
Thaurr - Guitars
KhanHard - Bass
J. Deana - Drums

ARCHVILE KING
Baurus - Guitare, basse, vocalist

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