We all are, to a man, to this condemn'd:
To fall to shame, all dignity bereft
Slavering curs, our teeth baréd to rend
What awe remain'd among us unto death
I sought to walk in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and winsome starry skies
But callous calumnies douséd the light
Plunging to blackness all I could espy
They say that in the soul of judgement's eye
Resides the greater portion of sin
But more among us quicken to despise
Without casting our gaze to scry within
Thus I am driven swiftly to my end
As all the bloodied earth cries for revenge
At dawn’s approach I lift my eyes in dread
Of consciousness, I shy, to no avail
The sickness that had nightly lain abed
Arises, all my senses to assail
For some, the sun illuminates the eaves
And promises the joys of a new day
Yet inky black is all that I can see
I shut my eyes and simply drift away
Yet e’en when in these reveries I swoon
Withdrawal fails in banishing the ache
And so I linger in this murky tomb
And soak in tepid agony awake
As such, I must consign my life to pain
And quell these fruitless wrestlings in vain
It seems that oft I hang my head in shame
Of some transgression I had hoped to shed
The inkling that twas I who was to blame
Pours through my inmost soul unholy dread
From time to time I feel almost just
In naming the deceiver’s cruelest slight
And, chargeless, I can leave them in the dust
Of time and space hidden away from sight
But just when I am feeling almost free
A rotten tongue betrays my darker fears
It is then that I long to cease to be
And burn within this mask of frigid tears
And so it is as long as I draw breath:
A martyr to myself, and to my death.
To this fate I found myself resigned:
To live in fear of losing all I love
In this body forever malign’d
No sufficient virtues can be proved
I suspect my worthiness lies in despair
And in this agony I’ll be redeemed
Familiar this fierce heat that I now bear
Yet of these pangs I cannot be relieved
And so I wrack my mind in constant harm
And so upon myself I inflict pain
To expunge my aching conscience and disarm
The waggings of those vile tongues insane
Though as a constant flagellant I wend
It seems to me the shame will never end
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PT-14 At Dusk - Condemned
Since its inception in 2010, At Dusk has been one of the most singular projects in all of USBM. Iconoclastic to the point where each release under the At Dusk banner stands on its own, isolated not only from anything else currently happening in the American black metal underground, but even the rest of their own output.
That’s not to say, however, that there are no through points in At Dusk’s discography. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. The style of black metal that At Dusk plays may have gotten progressively less raw since the project’s debut split with Idolater, but the musical and lyrical frameworks that define At Dusk have been present from the start: depressive black metal infused with equally depressive doom elements, dealing with existential themes of death, despair, and the lingering effects that Korihor, the generally unseen architect behind At Dusk, has dealt with since being excommunicated from the order of his faith.
Yet while the recordings may have gotten cleaner, the music itself sounds more tormented - almost as though the increase in production values has been inversely proportional to the project’s overall mood and tone. 2014’s Anhedonia takes its title from a major depressive disorder wherein individuals experience a decrease in their ability to feel pleasure. Classically influenced piano became an important element of At Dusk’s sound on this album, and the lyrics were all composed in iambic pentameter, imbuing them with Shakespearean sense of tragic grandeur.
In many ways, Anhedonia was a beautiful album. In just as many (if not more) ways, Condemned is not – instead, it’s most likely the darkest, most emotionally claustrophobic entry in the At Dusk catalogue. From the grey-scaled images of St. Sebastian, tied to a tree and shot full of arrows - Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian by Il Sodoma (c. 1525) and St Sebastian by Peter Paul Reubens (c. 1614), respectively – that faintly adorn its front and back covers, to the sparse narrative arc of the album’s lyrics, Condemned would appear to be At Dusk album that most directly deals with themes centered around the ‘loss of faith.’ The song titles tell most of the story: “Condemned,” “Consigned,” “Martyred,” and “Maligned.” Arrest, judgment, and death, but with no hope of resurrection at the end – rendered in a sort of musical greyscale comprised of haunted, painful tones.
In that respect, it mirrors the story of Korihor, the anti-Christ from the Book of Mormon. After asking the high priests for proof of God’s existence, he’s struck dumb as punishment for his heresies. Realizing he’d been tricked by the devil into speaking against God, he immediately repents but is not forgiven. Instead, he was forced to live as an outcast and begging for his food before eventually being stomped to death.
At 50+ dense, emotionally intense minutes, Condemned can occasionally be a difficult listen. It’s an uncompromisingly honest listen as well.
Recommended for listeners of Aosoth, The Order of Apollyon, Make A Change...Kill Yourself, Mortualia, etc.
Limited to 100 copies on pro-CD in 15mm DVD cases with 4-panel lyrics insert, to be shipped March 29.
"This band proves that they are a part of the new vanguard of American Black Metal." - CVLT NATION
"An impressive and highly enjoyable piece of work, Condemned is something to experience in a darkened environment as it demands and deserves your full attention." - WONDERBOX METAL
"A record that is fully aware of its own twisted mystique, At Dusk are unafraid to punish the listener with volume and drag you with them to the depths of hell...Unique, iconoclastic and dedicated to a maddening sense of underground depravity, this is a truly potent release." - TWO GUYS METAL REVIEWS
"An extraordinary release..At Dusk push the boundaries of black metal to breaking point." - GBHBL
"It’s not like the rising of a sun in glory or the exultation of a bird in flight, but instead the portrayal of tragedy on a vast and primal scale...its visceral power and wholly-enveloping character are undeniable." - NO CLEAN SINGING
"This is another great sounding recording from At Dusk which shows him taking his depressive black metal style to another level." - OCCULT BLACK METAL ZINE