Of Demons & Mortals

“Of Demons & Mortals” is a 6-song album where each piece describes the living hell endured by individuals who possess an artifact from the Viland necropolis. These six stories, featuring six unrelated people, share a sinister connection: each owns an object from Viland that houses an ancient entity. This entity compels its possessor to commit a particular sin. All protagonists experience a deeply personal ordeal.

VILAND

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Viland is an ancient heathen civilization worshiper of diabolic deities that paved the greatness of its nation with sacrifice. Tainted by the thirst of power and a long trail of human traces who perish by their hands, they all were obliterated and buried in the sands of time due to a holocaust unleashed against each other's.

Our story begins with the archeologist Andrew Carter who always was interested in Viland and the mysteries that revolve around its fall. Owner of multiple Sumerian, Egyptian and Mesopotamian artifacts, he has ever seen any but hieroglyphs descriptions about a hell on

earth. Descending to some kind of “Cenote”, clearly upholstered by human cadavers, he tries to get to a door lying in the dephs of the cave, what he did not know is that he was about to release something that soon after will course the humankind, ten thousand times worst than any other event ocurred in the darkesst days of our history, not even comparable with a famine, world war, slaugter or cataclism. Once he open the path he walks into a dark hole with barely visible staircase leading him into a big cave iluminated by luminicense insects, in front of him a dark deep lake. Long he stood staring at the river hesitating to cross or not.

He tried to cross using multiple floating woods lying on lake’s shore simulating some kind of raft. Once in the middle of the journey and trying to reach the opposite end of the lake, suddenly barely visible humanoid silhouettes were sighted by Andrew, and these lumbering soulless vessels started to emerge from deep down.

Hands, heads, elbows, it was clear that an horrendous genocide happened in that place, the improvised raft began to fall apart, the point of no return was announced then, turn back was not an option.

Once in the other side of the lake, walking through a bridge that takes him to a rock formations similar to small houses, Andrew was sure that he finally get into Viland Necropolis.

The terrain was arid and yellow, there were not linear shapes but some sort of walls that look like they were bear tooth and claws structures emerging to slash the guests who dare to walk inside the city. FInally Andrew found a secret path that took him to a what he can determine

it was a library due to some blury ancient words craved by some kind of gigantic claws which also were visible scattered all over the forbidden path.

The archeologist start to tremble when he realised that some shieking came from the inside, he was sure that something must be dwelling behind, but he has come so far to drop off now, his thirst of knowledge was stronger than the survival insctinct. He opened the door and went catatonic, the library was full of books made by human traces, these books describes the present, the past and the future of not olny the humankind but also

of the universe. There were no human nor demons hands the ones that crafted these shelves.

The chapter ends with a horrific unknown creature sound and the screen comes black, a sordid sound hits the spectator and we can see the archeologis lyig on the floor while a paw without skin nor fur

Lyrics

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As I was descending to the bottom

Of this pit filled with flayed flesh

Hanging on dead hands and sunken graves

Looking for the shrine of the underworld

Sometimes the trails of demons

And mortals

Intertwine

Long I stood

Staring at the river

Hesitating

Lumbering soulless vessels emerging from the deep down

After numbers of years ambling these lands

I've seen what was buried in the memory of time

There are many worlds beyond the mortal veil

But your eyes are blinded to see so far away

A secret path

Something dwells behind

I can hear the haunted whispers in the dark

A library

Forbidden knowledge

Is rising

In front of me

Long I stood

Staring at the river

Hesitating

Lumbering soulless vessels emerging from the deep down

My mind is dragged by these pages

Made by tributes traces

Viland Necropolis will rise once again