Ever-weakening, Sindr drifts further and further into the throes of Death. He feels the Wings of the Watcher enveloping him as he moves closer to his end… He remembers the legends of the immortal Relics, how they fell when Death entered the world as the Winged Watcher.
No ancient script
Was ever writ
No jewel-decked throne
On which to sit
Soaring high,
The Watcher waits
To slake his thirst
To clean his plate
His jaws agape
His claws unfurled
The Winged-Watcher
Swallows the world
The oceans rise and fall
With his heaving chest
And in the wind
We feel his breath
He comes face to face with the devourer, though he resists his imminent doom, the ease of acceptance tempts him evermore.
No cries are heard
No tears are wept
For wise ones know
The bond once kept
The price he asked;
The cost of death:
A single drop,
Still glistening wet,
Of crystal'd pain
To pay a debt
The Watcher hunts ferociously, he hunts for the last Relic. The last of a race who betrayed his trust and defied his supreme authority. Knowing this, Sindr attempts to strike a bargain to spare his own life.
Sindr: I can give you what you want! I can bring you the last Relic…
Watcher: I know the tongues of men… they are rife with lies, you have nothing I want.
Sindr: I am Sindr, son of the great Xanthos, the Relic who lived his final years as the Axon chieftan Renatus. As you see, I am Erthwile born… a pitiful soul for your collection, but I can offer you a far greater treasure; the last Relic of Axen, my brother, Thanos…
Watcher: Wisdom warns me against your promise, but I will entertain your offer… You may live, so long as the Relic is delivered to me…
Released from his wings, Sindr watches in amazement as the Watcher ascends instantly to the sky. Still reeling in pain, Sindr’s captain comes to his aid:
Captain: Admiral, there you are! What happened?
Sindr: Nothing that I can’t fix… where are the men? We have important work to do.
Captain: That is why I am here… the Fendwellers are attacking! The men are holding them off, but there are so many, we won’t last long… Sir, are you sure you can-
Sindr: There’s no time, captain, quickly, come!
While camping amongst Sindr’s men, Thanos awoke to the ferocious battle cry of the Fendwellers as they emerged through the mangled treelines. Vera appeared quickly by his side and the two absconded from the battle into the trees.
Thanos: Vera! What is happening?! This is not the way! This will bring only death and pain!
Vera: Your brother is lost, Thanos… My people will do what they must to survive.
Thanos: Lost? Where is Sindr? Vera, what have you done?!
Vera: There is no time, come Thanos, they will see us, we must meet my father.
The two run swiftly through the trees to meet the Fendwellers, Vera joins ferociously in the battle while Thanos does all he can to protect her.
Meanwhile, Sindr emerges from the forest, much to the delight of his men, he rallies them to the mournful tale of the Watcher:
As time went on
The debt accrued
And we foolish Men
The price refused
Now all is lost
And we, Erthwile
Peer at the stars
Through his crooked smile
Vera’s father Ask calls out to the possessed Sindr:
Your soul is crumbling, rotting
Beneath the chains of hate
The Fendwellers join him in his decree:
Can you hear those mournful, helpless cries?
The sound which has no name
Open your eyes
The blackened fog has blinded you
And with this darkness you have shrouded
Our deep and wooded home
Sindr focuses his energy toward the defiant old man, he lifts his weapon and fires a powerful surge of magic at him. The greenish orb turns to red, as it hurtles toward Ask, gathering broken rocks and tattered roots on its way. Crying out to her father, Vera throws herself in front of the approaching mass and it consumes her.
Thanos: VERA NO!!!
In horror, Ask, and Thanos rush to Vera’s lifeless corpse. Before they can reach her, the earth begins to shake violently, and the armies are knocked to the ground.
Vines rip through the ground around Vera, wrapping themselves around her as they carry her beyond the trees. The forest comes alive, the earth cracks beneath the feet of Sindr’s men. They are swallowed by the gaping crevices, and torn apart by the serpentine vines. Chaos ensues as every man runs for his life. The Watcher has come to collect his debt:
He is our fatal end
Our recompense
He is the fear
We all can sense
The creeping serpent
The reeking breath
The fangs of Erebus
The certainty of Death
The fangs of Erebus
The certainty of Death
The Fendwellers retreat to the woods while Thanos searches for Vera among the carnage, Sindr lets out a scream as he is dragged into the forest. A dark figure emerges quickly from the treeline and drapes Thanos under his cloak, carrying him away from the destruction as he cries out in anguish.
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No ancient script
Was ever writ
No jewel-decked throne
On which to sit
Soaring high,
The Watcher waits
To slake his thirst
To clean his plate
His jaws agape
His claws unfurled
The Winged-Watcher
Swallows the world
The oceans rise and fall
With his heaving chest
And in the wind
We feel his breath
No cries are heard
No tears are wept
For wise ones know
The bond once kept
The price he asked;
The cost of death:
A single drop,
Still glistening wet,
Of crystal'd pain
To pay a debt
As time went on
The debt accrued
And we foolish Men
The price refused
Now all is lost
And we, Erthwile
Peer at the stars
Through his crooked smile
Your soul is crumbling, rotting
Beneath the chains of hate
Can you hear those mournful, helpless cries?
The sound which has no name
Open your eyes
The blackened fog has blinded you
And with this darkness you have shrouded
Our deep and wooded home
He is our fatal end
Our recompense
He is the fear
We all can sense
The creeping serpent
The reeking breath
The fangs of Erebus
The certainty of Death
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
supported by 154 fans who also own “The Sound Which Has No Name”
A beautiful journey from start to finish, with perfectly placed moments of gentility amidst the rhythmic intrigue and blast beats of their guest drummer. jsteadmanfan
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The songs are masterfully composed and flow together beautifully, and the orchestration is exactly how I want metal orchestration to sound: full, playable by a real orchestra, and just as important to the music as the vocals, drums, guitar, and bass are. tonycordeshimself
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I dig this album so much, definitely a keeper. Subtly and masterfully mixing death metal subgenres, backed with an over the top production. They're true professionals. Can't wait for their next release! doive