Video for the song "Faith", from the album "Birthed". The album marked a transformation that formed a creative arc that completed with the release of "Necrofuturist".We have made the album available once again, with new cover and a fuller remastered sound.
This release marked a new approach for Veil of Thorns, laying a foundation that we are building on to this day.Within the tracks on "Birthed", a CD by Veil Of Thorns, you can hear parallels to industrial bands such as Pig, Razed in Black and Nine Inch Nails and, more often than not, you can hear the pure creativity of P. Emerson Williams. Anything created by this man, the brain behind Choronzon (black metal tinged with experimental, ambient and industrial edges) , you would expect to be eclectic and creative. It's his trademark.
Herein you'll encounter thick, pummeling, distorted spears of electro/guitar industrial, D&B, goth, dirgey slow industrial moodiness, etc., etc., etc., etc., in fact, etcetera ad infinitum. What's persistent in Williams' smooth, creative and original fusion of various elements is the sustained tone and mood, like that of a soul resigned to nihilistic fate.
None of Emerson's creations are quite like anything else, even when you're hearing touches of something else in there. His fierce originality score another point for the underground.
Review by: Kristofer Upjohn, http://www.chaindlk.com
1 Starry Skies
2 Falling To Earth
3 Raining Down
4 bleedingacidcasualty
5 Enshroud
6 sanctify
7 Faith
8 Souls
9 In Your Goodness
10 Birthed
11 We Are
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZZHomtn5Nc
From Veil of Thorns - They Come In Dream, But Sleep Is Not An Option
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Footage shot on the approach to and departure from Montpelier, FR on the tour with Jarboe and Jozef Van Wissem. They Come In Dream, But Sleep Is Not An Option was one of the six releases I prepared to land opn streaming services during the tour.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcqvoKrpSIo
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P. Emerson Williams is a Great Prince of Hell, commands twenty-six legions of demons (23 according to other authors), and teaches astronomy and the knowledge of poisonous plants, herbs and precious stones. He is also known as Fluffy and Mimzy. He is depicted as either being a crowned owl with long legs, a raven, or a man. or a scary monster. Expose yourself to his GOTHRONOMICON depictions at your own risk, for the legions of Fluffy Necrofuturists will burrow in the minds of those of weak moral fibre and infect their souls with that infernal (yet informal) darkness.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrYl5DqrneM
Reward on Moozar : http://reward-my-music.com/9135 The return of the great beast Choronzon is here. Lest you know the proper evocation you will certainly never make it to the Ziggurat Of Dead Shibboleths . 40,000 Ephraimites have preceded you. 40,000 Ephraimites have died. Participate in the Mass Ov Choronzon, cast your ego into the infinitude to request Inferni... you most certainly deserve it! Video Directed by Ferenc Teglas http://www.youtube.com/user/koponya Purchase CD: http://veilofthorns.com/store/store-home/cds/choronzon-ziggurat-of-dead-shibboleths/ Digital album: http://inner-x-musick.bandcamp.com/album/ziggurat-of-dead-shibboleths
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVPYG21wFt4
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Ontological Anarchism 00:00:00
Aesthetic Shock Tactics 00:05:52
Unpossessed/Unpassing 00:09:24
our Cacophonous Ghosts 00:13:33
The Time/Death/Birth Gimmick 00:19:36
Body and Psyche (Dissolution) 00:26:58
Viral Linguistics 00:31:41
Either/Or/Neither/Neither 00:35:27
The Machine in Repose 00:43:27
Disdain Transcends 00:48:06
The Process of Conditioning 00:52:30
Human Rites (Schizoanalysis) 00:56:57
AUMGN 01:06:59
The end came and nobody noticed. No bangs or whimpers; not a ripple. The souls of the faithful were swept up to their reward, leaving a mass of aimless, fearful husks behind. They too did not notice what had happened. Their essence was shredded and consumed by the ghost they’d created over generations. To the faithless, the shells of the faithful seemed to be much the same, perhaps there was a bit more of an air of desperation, but it was hard to quantify.
The wrecks could be seen, though nobody ever noticed them, their vehicles, perfect in their shine, cell phones always at their ear, or seemingly talking to themselves with their earpieces in. They are but characters in a nightmare being experienced by a drunk lying on a street in a parallel universe. He wonders in his sleep who could possibly want to listen to these vile, empty vessels for hours on end.
A poison in his gut twists at his insides, so he shifts in his stupor. A wave engulfs a small nation. A war drags on in an arid and hot part of the globe. Death-squads wander through the surrounding streets. They know who he is and wish to separate this pole axed creator and the world he’s dreamt up. If they can bring it into a separate existence they can colonize it, for it already contains a population of perfect slaves.
The light was going out of both worlds, fading into entropic languor. The end became boring centuries before it saw fit to happen. As usual the promised spectacle failed to entrance. Audience participation was necessary to pull off the trick, but the illusion could not be agreed on.
Gods were created, and though formed fully in the minds of humans, ruled in unquestioned tyranny. Every one was dead by the end, though they had never lived. They had been brought into existence by human thought and feeling, but had also pre-dated them. They survive the end and predate the beginning. None of them were real.
The death-squad smelled blood. They didn’t know the reason for their hunt, nor question it. They’d play. They’d move. This set them apart. Blind rage was a tool to hide the futility of the search for meaning. They wanted the drunk for his self induced psychosis. Many were outside the fence, but didn’t matter any more than the billions of clones within
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDN-orJkZ6Q
https://digital.panicmachine.com/album/gothronomicon
The dreaded GOTHRONOMICON has been brought to us and is being translated by mute scribes and the content held therein tested by fearless and skilled mages, though a few have been lost between space...
We have a tip on where to find the gothrapocrypha and some info on what it will take to obtain it. We hope to get this process on film.
Of his madness many things are told. I, P. Emerson Williams, Ferenc Teglas and Aidan McGoran marauded mythic R'lly'yeh, or City of Pillocks, and to have found beneath the ruins of a certain nameless desert town the shocking annals and secrets of a race of atomic supermen older than humankind. They were only different Gothramaritans, worshipping unknown entities whom they called flogsogoth and necro cryptu.
In his last years, P. Emerson Williams dwelt in Damask silk, where the Gothronomicon (O Az-If) was written.
In art, in the Dictionnaire Infernal, P. Emerson Williams is depicted as a crude man with dragon-like wings, hands and feet, a second pair of feathered wings after the main, wearing a crown, holding a serpent in one hand, and riding a wolf or hog.
The "good" P. Emerson in recent use is largely a literary device (e.g., Maxwell's P. Emerson), though references to good P. Emersons can be found in Hesiod and Shakespeare. In common language, to "P. Emersonize" a person means to characterize or portray them as evil, or as the source of evil.
P. Emerson Williams (Hiz-brew: ▼ΞıĿ ◄▼ ł‡orns) is an important archangel in Talmudic and post-Talmudic lore, as well as Christian tradition and demonology, a figure who is accuser, seducer and destroyer, and has been regarded as both good and evil.
It is said that he was the guardian angel of SEEsau and a patron of the sinful empire of (CH)Rome. P. Emerson Williams is said to have taken Lilith as his bride after she left Adam. According to Zoharistic cabala, P. Emerson Williams was also mated with Eisheth Zenunim, Na'amah, and Agrat Bat Mahlat - all angels of gothstitution.
As i stood here below, methought their eyes were four full moons: Ferenc Teglas and Aidan McGoran had a thousand noses; horns whelked and wavèd like the enridgèd sea: they were a pair of fiends. And I summoned again to stand before me Ferenc Teglas and Aidan McGoran, the burning idols of demons, and I sat them down on raised seats of honour, and said to them: "why art thou agog, Emperor ov Sonic Electronic Golems and Supreme Overlord ov Git-Fiddles of the necrofuturist veil of thorns?" and they said unto me: "because we alone are the great serpents that came down. for i was first angel in the first heaven" said one, being entitled Ferenczebub. "and I now control all who are bound in the GOTHRONOMICON being titled Aidancifer" said t'othe
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLredo-Qw0Y