Blessed He With Boils (2012)

by Xanthochroid

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AQUATIC DEATHGATE EXISTENCE Ambularo per harena juxta frigore salmacidus aqua Vocant me deus sed numquam ita sentitur humana
BLESSED HE WITH BOILS Marked for death and horribly maimed I've suffered its pains, yet rightwise claimed This holy throne atop the Erthe; All shall witness a new god's birth "Blasphemer, deceiver A perfect fool" I shall nobly rule "Whose lies entrance" This northern expanse Believe! This holy land belongs to me The crown of kings upon my head Proclaims my royalty. Accept my gift And grovel at my knees Arise! Monuments to my reign One thousand years of faceless gods Replaced by fire and steel Consume! And let our might be known The feeble kings of Erthe and Axen Are but flesh and bone Man, who is Erthwile born Who longs, who tries, who is Full of strife How frail is life! And mine is but a breath A hopeless Thought "Who is empty, Faithless, embittered And capable of anything Inconquerable Yet full of woe" So I extend my reach Upon riches Unfit for unseen gods And disperse them to my sons My body is covered with maggots and scabs My skin, is faded, cracked and dry And still they proclaim "Blasphemer, deceiver" A thief they say But I have suffered And I have paid "All this was Long ago. Reap what you sew: Erthe and Axen, Flesh and bone" Marked for death No sense but a pulse Neath my fading breath I'll bear the weight Chains of my past so full of hate "King of Erthe" How frail is life "Dust and Ash" How full of strife "Like aeons past" And when I die "Your disease shall never last" Never again shall I arise "All this was" A thief they say "Long ago" To dead gods they pray "Reap what you sew" I have suffered "Erthe and Axen, flesh and bone" I have paid
Winter's End 05:01
WINTER’S END Words were writ Long ago Darkness would claim my throne Crushing weight Bearing down Life traded for a crown Light reveals Fertile soil Stone laid by kings of old Winter's end Melting snow Still I can feel the cold Ashes rain from skies And smother Erthen fire My soul is ever weakened By winter's cruel disease
LONG LIVE OUR LIFELESS KING Do not reject me If I should not continue on Then let me freeze Freeze again to death If she will receive me Then through these gates I must proceed Erthe's very womb From whence all were born I taste the stench of death My sight grows sharp My breath is steady He hides behind Monuments to progress "Lights that blind" Hail! to the Thane of Thule! Born of ashes, born to rule! "We exalt your glory" And bring from afar riches and Offerings fit for a king (You are no king) Hail! To a foolish boy Whose Relicry is but a ploy "Who is falsely burdened" With the charge of an absent god You so brutally wronged Brother, relinquish your crown (Your time has come) I have earned the right I have sacrificed Years of my life My dignity and my pride To bring man erthly light I come to bear witness Iron pillars will turn to Ashes as you fall Not with splendor But with a sigh You think you have suffered? I've endured things far worse than pain, I'll make you taste Death How easily he fell A hollow empty shell: Behold your lifeless King!
DEUS ABSCONDITUS: PART I Sino me vivere, O, carnifex magnus Let me live! O great tormentor! For my life is but a passing shadow My eyes are unable to see What light may lie beyond this life Let me make our brief and tortured lives Seem beautiful and grand For soon we will turn to dust You will look upon this Erthe And we will be gone God of Ashes, King of Erthe Given to a strange rebirth Every man shall to him sing: "Xanthochroid, our rightful King" Deus Absconditus God who is hidden from man We, disciples of the north Bring this vile carcass forth No one comforts as he weeps Simply drifting off to sleep
DEUS ABSCONDITUS: PART II And as I watched him writhe in pain I felt that familiar horror; Struggling to breath and console my fear, I realized once again The true nature of existence. That awful reality I've tried to forget Since I was young. “Deus Absconditus” The eternal void that awaits us all, “God who is hidden from man” Whether Erthwile bound or a Relic like me; The infinite measure of time and space Captures each of us for all eternity. “Deus Absconditus” No one knows what lies beyond, “God who is hidden from man” But it matters not to me Whether it is a neverending paradise, A burning pit of fire, Or a void of non-existence. Whatever horrors or pleasures Await us after this life Will never eclipse the cold chill Of time's endless decay.
THE LEPER'S PROSPECT Cold winds Sting my coarse and blistered skin Making my return To a vain veil of time Dead dreams Shadows cry out desparately Can you not remember Your lost son's name? Why should I persist? Wrap me up in shrouds And let me remain unseen Trees that grow together Like father and son Stand in stark contrast To my dreadful outcast soul I wander, forlorn Disfugured, so sore Aching from the weight I bore all those years I am descending a black mountain That crumbles beneath my feet Still, I am looking back Over barren hills Devoid of light I struggle to draw my breath. Straining my sight Just so I might catch A glimpse of a long dead dream
IN PUTRIS STAGNUM At last, I have arrived My tired eyes survey this Cancerous growth A festering pool of worms Sickening to behold Reminding me of what was, And what becomes of buried dreams Of reasons, I have but one To rid myself of pain Shrouded in black fog I am beyond death “For those who seek pleasure and power, I'll make you beautiful Beyond your wildest dreams For I am he; The one said born of the gods But I must ask no less a price To dwell in you” I, relinquish body, mind, and soul My leprous skin and broken spirit I, long to see myself through your eyes Not with compassion but disgust Welcome, Death. I lay my mind to rest My faults I do detest At last, I fall “For those who seek pleasure and power, I'll make you beautiful Beyond your wildest dreams For I am he; The one said born of the gods, Long live our king” Here I'll stay I shall remain The air is warm, The water sweet to drink And here I'll stay I shall remain This wondrous Sound Envelops me
HERE I'LL STAY (Instrumental)
REBIRTH OF AN OLD NATION As Erthe's beauty fades Behind bright, blinding lights Will I still recall The smell of the woods, My home, The lone and silent elk, The damp, misty air The allure of the erthe? I must posses a mind Not to be changed by place or time Not to be poisoned by The stench of progress I remember when I had a brother and a friend A friend whose struggles I alone have witnessed When I saw him there Crumbling face, empty stare A great, heaving sigh I, at last, said good bye The sky is black with fog Black with the souls of those who've lost That fleeting breath which they called life I step into the mist Recalling the place she and I lived Hoping to find some semblance of old joy But alas her tender spirit Has gone away at last For in my most desparate hour She did not come No empty blessings No friendly ghost To fill me with false hope Or haunt me with happy dreams Still I was drunk by the prospect That she may sit beside me When my trials were through I walk along the sand By the cold, brackish water “It's hard to remember The paths we used to take” It's hard to walk in this thick mud And I begin to sink. “Vocant me deus Numquam ita sentitur Humana”


Blessed He With Boils, the strory of the estranged brothers Thanos and Ereptor, takes place after the events outlined in our “Incultus” EP. The story tells of Ereptor’s treacherous rise to power and Thanos’ struggle to dethrone him; songs are written from both characters’ perspectives juxtaposed with narrative choral interjections throughout. Strange
names and foreign places mentioned in the music are characters and lands in an ever-expanding fantasy world we have created. The map inside this package details the world of Etymos; birthplace of Xanthos and the other Relics, and home to the realms of Erthe, Axen,
Septentria, Meridia, Incultus, and many more.

On this album, ideas often do not belong to one song in particular; instead they are traded back and forth between songs, between instruments, and between voices as the work
progresses. Recurring musical themes heard through the course of the entire work act as echoes of the brothers’ familiar past. We feel that this consistent saturation of our music with
reimagined thematic material creates a very deep and rewarding listening experience that takes you from soaring heights to melancholic lows to nostalgic reflection the way only great
music can. By the same token, we tried to give each song a unique and definite personality of its own, spanning everything from severe brutality to serene beauty. We spent nearly a year in the studio; writing, recording, re-writing, re-recording every element of this album.
Not to mention the many years before that we spent writing the actual material; making sure every note served its purpose, every line complemented its counterpart, and every lyric fit properly with our story, because we wanted to create something special. We wanted to
create something that stays with you for years to come, something that can become a part of you, something that will be a source of new discoveries with every listen, and something that you can use to find your own inspiration. Without futher ado...


released December 21, 2012

Sam Meador - Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Matthew Carl Earl - Drums and Percussion, Flute

Brent Vallefuoco - Guitars

David Bodenhoefer - Guitars

Bryan Huizenga -Bass

Blessed He With Boils was recorded and mixed by Matthew Earl from the late months of 2011 to the end of 2012 at Erthe and Axen Studios in California.

The album was mastered by Jens Bogren at Fascination Street Studios in Sweden.

Album Art and Map by Natacha Nielsen

Rhiis Lopez and the members of Ana Kefr, Dan Lefler of Danman’s Music School, the Earl and Vallefuoco families for putting up with our noise, and of course our legions of fans!


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Xanthochroid Lake Forest, California

Woven throughout the intricate and vast soundscapes of Xanthochroid's music are tales of another world, strange names and foreign lands are characters and places in the world of Etymos. The story of two brothers; Thanos and Sindr (better known as Ereptor) forms the cornerstone upon which Xanthochroid builds their cinematic metal universe. ... more

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