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Above, Below


Our debut full-length album
‘The Lotus Chapters’


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Produced by Jacob Wilkes & Nicholas Page
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The SECOND single from the upcoming debut album titled "THE LOTUS CHAPTERS" - Available Now!
Produced by Jacob Wilkes & Nicholas Page
Mixed & Mastered by Nicholas Page
Filmed & Edited by Connor Rancan -



The FIRST single from the upcoming debut album titled "THE LOTUS CHAPTERS" - Available Now!
Produced by Jacob Wilkes & Nicholas Page
Mixed & Mastered by Nicholas Page
Filmed & Edited by Connor Rancan -

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The Sowers of Discord // Poetic Form


...And thus I begin mortal;

Obscure reflections stare back at me,
Through the tainted water.
Neglected exposure;
I am the shadow of a distorted culture,
Eclipsed by my antic disposition
I’m merely an illusionary shell fed to chimeras.

Fragmented constructs of a fluorescent realm
Incept a twilight and destruct the elms.
A collective myopic gaze entrances us all
Oh how i pity this despondent existence.

The lustrous phantom; speaks of tongues obscured.
The pale lumiére; speaks of eyes deluded.

My innocence was stolen by the birds that couldn’t see,
Singing sonnets as the earth stood and screamed
And at the end of it all I was torn from soul
Begging that one day
In time
I might be whole.

I set my heart ablaze and watched it flare nihility
But then the gateway appeared to me
And showed me a path,
That would reconstruct my life
That would purge this condition,
And let my thoughts combust,
This world is nothing more
Than the quintessence of dust
Show me how to rid myself of the shadows that lurk in me

And at the start of this all,
I was torn from soul
Begging that one day,
In time, I might be whole…


...And so the phantoms revealed to me a perplexingly beautiful realm that was neither heaven nor hell;
Earth nor space;
Governed by nothing other than time, and inhabited by only those seeking.
A kind of middle way.

The devils dance with me as I descend
Such beauty smothers me; euphoric dissonance
Unmask the beauty, deep in the abyss
Where the ones with no eyes, sing elegies at my feet.

I dared to fix my eyes upon the light
I stared so deep my vision was consumed
And as I observed what it held in its depths
The dreams I had lost
Began to bloom.

Its creation, omniscient,
Such as the scattered leaves of time
Its elegance fused in such a way,
That what i now describe
Is but a glimmer of that light.

My thoughts, like black smoke, arose from my skull
And shattered the sky that once shone above.
A broken symphony calls to me from the flames
A haunting orchestra caressing the dreams i crave

When i got lost in depths
Their minds got lost in the flood
I yearn for what they fear for.
Purgatory my love, take my soul and set it free
I yearn for what they fear for

It was only in the nocturne, that she came to me
A constricted figment of my discoveries.
A solemn guide that knew me better than I
Who let me out of this pathetic lullaby.
Purgatory calls to me.

It was only in the nocturne that i came to her
An unbound vision from the heart of sepulchre

The once enigmatic light now produced a raptured figure upon the pale mist,
Holding before me the candles of time,
I bid thee:

Show me the light
Can you show me the light?
Let me indulge in the blight”


… And now the descent has begun.
I fall down the lower levels of a dimension which one would think fabled,
One step forward on the reclining staircase
Embers consume what’s left of my physical form
Madness sets in; at least what I think is madness.
For isn’t it the quintessence of madness to contemplate madness?

I enter the INFERNO

Broken glass replaces my eyes
And the reflections torment me
Torn apart from what was once my host;
Reconfiguring my being.

I am the architect of my own pain,
I ripped my mind in two in an effort to feel less estranged.
The inferno echoes inside
As I tread the circles,
Just waiting...
Waiting to die.

Enter oblivion.

Through me, we go into eternal destruction
Through me, we will run amongst the lost.

Dancing in a city of woe
A troubled spirit with nowhere to go
Lost amongst the flames of broken dreams
I find solace in my own screams.

Cynically star struck.
This is my affliction.

I enter the god machine,
Conflagration is my only need.

I peered upon my former self through the blackened smoke
And in the back of my mind I wanted him to choke
I've given up on the world above
Soon they will see what rests below.

... And when the churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out.
Contagion to this world.


They say ultimate power is in tearing the human spirit to pieces and putting it back together in shapes of a higher being’s choosing, And thus it is affirmed. For I have been torn, Limb from limb And dragged through the depths of the oblivion. 
Yet only now begins my ascent towards the light.

Light the way

Severed morality, such a maelstrom.
I’ve strayed so far from where I’ve come.
My course was set for an uncharted sea
But now I’m finding it hard to breathe.

Light the way

I’m peering through the veil of darkness
And from a spark bursts a flame
I can feel the light,
It blinds my eyes.
The heat of its fluorescence however,
Masks a lie. And as it fades, into the divine
I'm told of a place called paradise.

What be they? I do not know.
Yet they have led me through the eternal realm.
These others have raised me above the clouds
And now soon I will see,
What I am to be.

I’ve traversed 9 circles of affliction
For one moment of revelation.
Oh please just open my eyes
Please just show me my paradise

My eyes, they begin to turn black
As my hands clasp the burning light.
My soul coalesces with an unbound presence.
Bringing me to the realization that paradise was merely a concept.

They are paradise.
I am paradise.
We are paradise And now,
I am whole again

I’ve unmasked the flames behind the ice
Looked with their thousand eyes.
Once you see the desolation as i have
You’ll see paradise


There is a place beyond what can be perceived.
A void of nothing.
A void of everything.
A place where knowledge and intellect is boundless.
A place, that once you have experienced, you will never remember,
Yet will always retain what you have learnt.

Time is non-existent in this ocean of emptiness.
For one who manages to enter this world,

I’m falling out of this once perpetual state of obscurity
I’m standing on the edge.
Is this my exodus?

Gliding amongst the lunar moths,
Whose patterns speak of what I thought was lost
Becoming one with translucent devils,
Is this the void where I evolve?

Echoes of the forgotten consume the air, as the oracles possess me
Their lapsed whispers speak in tongues,
Oh they bid me
“Open your mind and let your thoughts collide”

Eros guide me through ecstasy,
Bathe my mind in this liquid dimension

I move with ease,
And glide through this kinetic sea.
Breaching the rift between lucidity and my dreams
Translating the enigma of existence,
For now I see what these devils see

Drifting through this atmosphere
Fluent and composed; In Perpetuum
I’ve let go of my self, surrendered all fear
We all dissolve eventually
So let's embrace this entropy

I move with ease And glide through this kinetic sea
Translating the enigma of existence
For now I see what these devils see

I’ve observed the secrets that lie beyond what’s perceived
I’ve burnt the knowledge on my lips,
I speak in elegies.
For I the poet have left the inferno and will again,
Behold the stars...


Flowing amongst the wicked smiles of my reflected self;
I take a step into the mirror; I take my final breath.
And my journey comes to its crescendo.

However within that brass and triumphant climax, another begins.

I’ve exited the god machine and clear has it become, that the earth is no longer hopeless.
My knowledge is now unsurpassable and I will create a world worth existing.

,,,And thus I end immortal;
Eternal. And all those who believe otherwise,
Will begin to understand that no longer, a psychological and fictional manifestation,

I sail on the particles of entropy
Consuming the stars that try to feed off me
I bring the total collapse of everything

Destruction nervosa.
This is my denouement.

I am creation.
The architect of perfect design.
I am the highest form of omnipotence.
I am divine.

Peer through the stained glass
Do you see what I see?
This pure malevolence
No longer a clandestine dream

You lost this Eden long ago

Long foretold was my rapture,
Now it has come
My esoteric understanding will tear you apart
Cathartic illusions have clouded your minds
I am your exile.

Abandon all hope
Ye who defy me
And forge your path to the dirt

Worship me,
For I am your god.
Worship me,
Or everything will rot...



The Sowers Of Discord

by Above, Below

Ⓟ Above, Below 2017
Produced & Engineered by
Nicholas Page at From Dust Studios 
Mix & Mastered by Brian Hood at 456 Recordings
Artwork by Pat Fox  
Released 12/1/17