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Beyond the Ethereal Horizon

by Hrast

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Dave Aftandilian
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Dave Aftandilian Great music for wandering and brooding alone through the wind-scourged woods of a brutal winter. I love how Hrast uses long-format songs to explore many different moods and the bleak limbo-states between them. I feel the vastness of the primeval forests and humanity’s pitiful smallness beside them. Thus stripped of our pride, we can humbly seek the spiritual truths that lie in nature’s depths. Really solid, thoughtful lyrics and lovely introspective acoustic passages.
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afcturn_ This has everything. Instrumentation is expansive, vocals are really unique, gives you the trad raw feel. Atmospheric elements in this record make you feel like it's a place one can travel to and want to remain forever.
H.L.
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H.L. HRAST mix epic atmospheric black metal with melancholy and growling vocals. The dynamic result is quite original and emotionally intensive. Although most songs are really long and varied, they are also catchy and touching from the first listening onwards. "Panacea" is a good example. Favorite track: Panacea.
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    Recorded during 2020/2021, Beyond the Ethereal Horizon depicts an introspective journey through the omniscient spirit of darkest, most perilous nature. The oppressive and melancholy sentiment within the music can be seen as a dirge for simplicity, a longing for a benevolent liaison between man and wilderness - a longing which ultimately proves to be futile and imprudent. This atmosphere of boiling wrath and deep despair is what truly lies at the core of this album - the inevitable and absolute rejection of simplistic romanticisation of nature and its glorification as a godlike entity. The resulting disillusion of man consequently drives the ever-increasing disdain and contempt towards nature, fuelling his desire to utterly subjugate both wilderness and Gods.
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1.
Echoes 03:52
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in Ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Fire and Ice by Robert Frost
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Static rows of hollow trees compose the drab scenery of these woods. No sun or light of distant stars dare to disturb their dismal mood, That spirit of primal darkness that comes before all thought, And is hence reigning supreme over this vast land. Amidst the lifeless remains of the scourge caused by winter winds, I roam, in search of the flames to ease the woe of my frail bones. The sky, that ashen domain, clad in colors of rocks and stones Sees me, engulfed in the pain that is common to all of my kin. Alas! The Brahmin hymn has faded away! I am no wings when me they fly! A subject to darkness-dwelling Flins! I went to the wilderness to seek the divine, To become one with the transparent eye. Yet my body and soul were crushed by these woods, Since nature's great throne belongs to the wolves.
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Panacea 08:50
Aether roars, and throws its fires across the sea. The kindled horizon alludes to the haven beyond the waves. The lone soul kept its course along the vale of death, And follows the birds of spring back to its earthly home. To roam the sea and the timeless spheres where dead reside. And the gates release the flow that crushes the mind. As the scent of the fallen snow echoes in the wind The psyche wakes, reaching for the deistic light, struggling To find the all-fulfilling message from beyond. To grasp its divine lore from deep within the stone. To writhe under the weight of the sapience so sublime. To die. Pontus roars, and throws its fury towards the sky. The darkened horizon my boon and my tellurian woe. Hark! The waves revive the songs of war! As the horrid chants are driven ashore! And blend with howls first heard back in days of yore! Behold the astral path - the grandstand of gods! "And the just man rages in the wild where lions roam."* *from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: The Argument by William Blake
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The screams, they roam through the midwinter night. The coldness conveys the absence of mirth. The ancient howl for the days we were blithe, The winds, they feast upon decaying life. Upon those souls who are untouched by sorrow, As innocent cries - as their faith grows somber - Echo throughout the forthcoming morrow, The starlight fades - corruption lies yonder! The restless passion of the warring elements bestows This landscape with a blatant sense of self. Ructious fires of the sky collide with frozen land, Depicting the brute force of this primeval realm. As bright illusions of this world appear before our eyes -Cordial dreams unwilling to pass away- Dreadful demons run throughout our bodies and souls, Exposing our susceptible minds as a perfect prey for this eternal site of death. Our screams, they roam through the midwinter night, The coldness conveys the absence of mirth. These winds, these harbingers of sorrow and plight, They haunt these woods like hounds on a hunt.
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Nav 03:08
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White do the forests grow in midwinter night, As the fallen snow rebelled against the birth Of Spring, effacing the memories of mirth, Through coldness and frost and landscapes' blight. Calling for all in the sheltered town To come out and lay their burdens down! We hope that the morrow will light the sky of grey, As all sense in our limbs slowly withers away. The state of our bodies is a doleful sight, Robbed from warmth, like a dying star. Like roots that crush the stone, we are Defeated by nature's might. Our dying soul, submerged in sleep Is one with all the things that seem forgotten, With all the things that seem obsolete. Our footsteps in the fallen snow survive. To Frost! To Wind! That music of the spheres! Unbent! Renounce! Prevail in this snow! To vow! Morana! Oath strong like this oak! To Drown! To Burn! To ashes, and to soil!
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Le soleil se lève derrière les sombres nuées. La tempête de neige a herité la terre entière. Le temps a flétri la beauté étheré Et l'oisiveté nous faisait oublier la déférence. Nos âmes rêvent déjà de l'au-delà, Mais nos corps sont pris dans ce cauchemar. Notre cœur est gelé avec nos os, Mais les cavernes de Vélès restent closes. Nous sommes pris dans un engrenage infernal, Comme la haine nous embrasse, nous donne une force bestiale. Elle nous revigore, elle dégèle nos membres. Nous persévérons! Déjà, nous avons brûlé la fille de Perun. Tôt nous élèverons un temple sur son sépulcre divin. L'anéantissement de l'ordre cosmique est notre destin. Il en faudra qu'un marteau et une volonté de fer. L'apparition de l'âme humaine est la faute des dieux. L'ailleur et le jadis sont moins fort que nous et que notre enfer. L'être-là n'est pas soutenu par un être de l'ailleurs. C'est le sueur et le sang de l'homme, qui règnent le hic et nunc. Alors nous bannirons l'hiver éternel Et nous prenons tout qui revient à nous. Ce n'est que l'homme qui peut offrir la délivrance. Agenouillez-vous devant le nouvel ordre, Devant l'humanité chtonienne! A l'aube du futur, le chêne sacré sera divisé. Nos murs vont séparer le tronc de la cime et nos sols vont sceller toutes ses racines. Aucune pomme en or ne peut vous sauver! Aucune hache! Aucun éclair! C'est l'heure du crépuscule des dieux! L'homme revêt champs, bois et monuments, De sa main dure Et de maints autres instruments Par l'ordonnance de sa Nature. Mais vous, dieux, trop êtes pleins D'avarice, d'envie et d'orgueil; On vous doit bannir en exil. Sans point flatter, nous parlons plains: Vous n'êtes que des animaux divins. La fin du monde céleste est venue. Votre caractère éphémère est gravé dans le marbre et nous récoltons les fruits de nos efforts soutenus. Même les dieux ne peuvent pas échapper à la danse macabre.
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Elysium 03:33

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A journey through the vast spheres of ethereal perdition.

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released September 2, 2021

Music, Lyrics and Artwork by Hrast
Produced by Megathrone Studios

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No sun or light of distant stars dare
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That spirit of primal darkness that comes before all thought

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