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Tales of the Ancients

by Malo Mortuum

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Left out in the unending forest shadows walk the earth My limbs bound to the dark tree branches and the roots running deep below I peer out to the beyond to the land surrounding the great fog is drawing near and the chilling wind whispers out my name louder and louder it is coming for me unending questions remain unanswered I was punished to rot my cries are left unheard Myself forgotten and my fate sealed Only left with the birds overhead they cry out words i will never know as the fog covers my kingdom like an ocean of mist As I start to pass on to the next world the fog has swallowed up nearly all that is visible I still see the great mountain in the distance it serves only as a reminder I will have unending hopelessness Til the crows consume my body And the fog destroys my soul
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Standing on the coast when the wind begins to shout I look out to the violent sea to horrors from far out The ancient fog is coming near and with it our demise as lightning striking all around from wicked blackened skies An ancient tale a century since it has last been seen And now the day has come for black and darkness to redeem Its haunting tale of evil plagues the touch of satans hand The fog is seeking vengeance as it desecrates the land passed down through generations it is a tale as old as time itself for years the prophecy has been foretold it has been written, that one day on a night not unlike this you could stand upon the coast and lookout at the sea being illuminated only by the full moon of the midnight hour the roar of the sea and the scream of the wind fill the air a chill runs through and through like an avalanche of mist and haze, the fog stretches slowly over the horizon with it brings an amalgamation of unholy terrors from the beyond the stench of death and rot proceeds the visions of dreams once lost and a fate that has been sealed for all eternity. Panic stricken villagers are running bout the land The mist crawls up the walls and windows like Satan’s chilling hand Voices whisper chants of evil, songs of the night incantations of madness, the fog has shown its might Wind blows howling through the trees, I hear the thunder roar The fog is calling out my name with screaming raining pours To stop the fog, I do not know what is that I should do Bringing death to anyone that the fog passes through.
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chilling midnight air it’s all around there is no holy land i see no saviors here the gods of pain and wicked wrath smite me down to size the stars they flash tides of war lightning strikes before my eyes watch upon my kingdom from my palace in the sky i look down at the dirt and grime and see the reasons why these people are my slaves a throne of greed and gluttony is where i sit as these vermin mine for riches mine from within the pit their blood is on my hands my whip is lashing cross the backs of those who don’t obey i laugh with joy at cries of pain as tears drop to the sand they will do as i say the peasants pray to gods above to put me in my place i fear no gods and fear no men for i will never cease i am the only one anubis shows his face he’s come to take my soul a sinking pit within my gut says this could be the end ive taken it too far the voice it booms throughout the land damning me to scorching sun on burning seas of sand but i will not give in i draw my holy sword to try and fight him off the gods they stare and laugh as anubis only scoffs man cannot kill the gods taken from my home beyond the sands of time a blazing hell so far and wide and no one here but i for all eternity chilling midnight air it’s all around there is no holy land i see no saviors here the gods of pain and wicked wrath smite me down to size the stars they flash tides of war lightning strikes before my eyes looking all around im in a frantic haze the wind begins to blow i feel them looking down upon me the breath of the gods it’s getting hard to see around i don’t where i am i feel the desolation of eternal wasteland the sand starts to rise i’m trapped within infinity but i start to run the serpent of the desert chooses me as the only one and rises the midnight sun the hammer of the gods comes crashing through the sky they watch the burning world, a cosmic sea of light it’s my time to die
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See the river, past the rocks, in the void of no return out in the distance, a black figure emerges, a dark gloom within his eyes the water is black, the stench of death, it flows towards my eternal hell i climb aboard, i hear the bell, the toll sends shivers to my core we journey on, the acheron, for we will not return In the circles of hell, my destiny lies, but my fate is still unclear Soon I will know what lies, beyond the river styx, eternal suffering i look up at charon, his face is cold and still there is no turning back journey through acheron the bank is near, i shiver with fear charon hears my cries his head turns down, but his whip it rises and lashes down up my back i scream in pain, but this pain is nothing compared to my awaiting fate we reach the end, the fire it rises a wicked laugh echos beyond
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Looking outward from atop my hill. Its all taken away But I must not stop now the pack will journey on. Food is scarce in this barren land. We must take it to prevail. I will not let them die. (this or “see them cry”) The trampled snow has been painted red, for we could not but kill And take from those who left us dying on the hill. Retreating back into our lair this battle has been won. But with the human settlers the war has just begun. Running with the pack, a hazy mist of snow in air Bullets whistle by Forest deep we will retreat, but this is not the end Until the last one dies.  Charge past trees, shaking frozen ground. A murderous stampede. They will all pay for what they’ve done And I will watch them bleed. Traps are set throughout the land, the enemy grows wise. They try to catch us off guard, but I see through the disguise. One by one were taken down, our forces growing thin But I am not deterred, for I will strike them down  All thats left is her and I, this war cannot be lost. But as I look at her, we both are growing weak. She is trapped, they hear her cries, they’re coming ever so close. The wimper softly dies, and I am left here all alone. I’m filled with rage, but I won’t cry, The job is not yet done I come to kill off last of men And leave the only one They’ve trapped me here, Im left to die I see them coming near I look out at my fallen kingdom And can’t help shed a tear.

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Written and recorded in the heart of winter, MMXXII

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released June 27, 2023

Ipsissimus- Vocals, Guitars, Synths
Feralbutcher- Drums, Synths

Artwork & Layout by Obsidian Pantheon

Tapes produced by Nebula Aeterna Productions

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Malo Mortuum Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Malo Mortuum is a two-man raw, atmospheric black metal band from Pittsburgh, PA, formed in December of 2020 by two brothers.
Ipsissimus- Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Synths
Deity- Vocals, Drums, Synths

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