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Legacy

The new album now available.

This is our legacy.

One year after the release of Impious follows on 12.05.2023 the fourth album of the black metal project "Non Est Deus" with the title "Legacy". As with Impious, it is an examination of the eternal question: Is there a God.

Prehistory

Pre-Christmas 2022: The entire city is out of control. The first Christmas without Corona. People sing, celebrate and drink. Clouds of mulled wine, spices and vomit waft through the alleys. Nativity scenes, Christmas trees, wooden figurines and all the other beautiful horrors that are supposed to make us think of the birth of our Messiah. Two thousand years ago. In Bethlehem. At a time intangible to us, in a world intangible to us.

2.28 billion Christians celebrate this birth and live according to the same model that was set by people 2,000 years ago. That this is not contemporary, there is nothing to discuss. What is terrible, however, are the atrocities that have been committed in the name of this mission statement.

"Crusades, witch burnings, Inquisition.
We know how to celebrate - your church."

Crusade to the Holy Land

I have studied religion a lot in my past.
I've gone through and read the Bible, parts of the Torah, the Koran, and some Hindu and Buddhist scriptures.
More than commandments, horror stories when disobeying them and cool action figures (Indian gods are pretty damn cool), I have not been able to take away from these writings.
And because of this, people have been slaughtering each other by the thousands since the dawn of time?

So now I sit in front of my Christmas tree. Hung with straw stars and baubles, which soak the entire living room with their penetrating glitter dust.
We praise the tree, we drink to it and I could puke. I could puke because of the put-on festivity. I could puke because of the consumerism and most of all I could puke because of the original reason for Christmas.

It's time for a new Non Est Deus album.

Creation process

Songwriting for Legacy began in December 2022 and was completed by the end of December 2022. It became a total of 8 songs and an intro consisting of guitar tracks and programmed drums.
I then sent these to Hans, the drummer from Kanonenfieber.
Hans worked his magic and sent back 8 ONE-TAKE recorded drum tracks within two weeks.

Then the bass was added and the lyrics were finished and adjusted.
The finished master I had finished in mid-February.

Album Cover
Future

Next year Non Est Deus will go live on stage. Our first show will be in early March 2023 at a small festival in Upper Franconia.
After that we will try to set up a tour and hope for one or the other slot at festivals.

Textbook

Hiob

I long to die
In the mother’s womb
Then I‘d sleep
And be at rest
Never alive
Like a miscarriage
That has been buried
In mud and dirt 

Isn’t he here
To take our weakness
And to bore
Our disease

Shouldn’t he
Save us from drowning
Yet no calm in sight

Futile, useless
Pathetic and wretched
Perverted and embezzled 

Idle, feckless
Acts of compassion
Serve wore and shine

One misconception
As it ever was
Acts and words
Just echos in the void 

Not a glass of wine
Nor a loaf of bread
Will ever change
A certain fate 

Why does God
Give a light
To the weary
And afflicted hearts

That wait for death
And it does not come
And paths are covered
All around 

But as expected
Still left alone
But as expected
Not a bit of hope

Written on Tombstones

Are they meant to be more
Are they meant to be worthy
Are they meant to be responsible
A script of failure and lies 

Resurrected by hellfire
And armed with the words of guilt
Longing for lasting existence
A force of the wicked and sick 

Don’t let me rest
Nor let me think
Cause I’ll find
The rotten core in itself 

Yet another night appears
In the mist of the day

We‘ve seen it a thousand times
Old hands on filthy sheets
Close your eyes and mind
From the yet endless cycle 

Just another Holocaust
Another case of extinction
Crawling towards a certain fate
And actually feel nothing 

Unfaithful
Unforgiving
Relentless
Broken

Not owning yet loosing
Not searching yet finding
Not wanting yet needing
Not living yet dying

Amos The Prophet

When God speaks
His words resound
The pious prophet
Can´t remain silent

Mighty words
Used as swords
Against the wicked
Clothed in sin 

Three, four, sacrileges 

The locust flies
The fields in fire
Evil rises
From the ground

Justice flows
Just like water
In the river
Of righteousness 

I‘ll burn your houses
With rightful fire
I‘ll smash the palace
With upright swords 

Closed eyes
Yet seeing
Thoughts become truth
And words be swords
Amos the prophet

The Canon of Nil

The atrophy
Of the Apostles
Lives on papyrus
Never to be erased 

The canon of God
The Old Testament
The book of Moses
The creation of man 

The holy phrases
Shall remain
Like the flowing rivers
And the warming sun 

The Canon of Nil
Nothing but phlegm
A dangerous refuge
The addiction to hope 

The Canon of Nil
The desperate search
Insight seems pointless
In the absence of god 

The chorus
Of despair
Resounds
In Cathedrals 

Sculpted and written
Created in delusion
In the candlelight
Of antiquity 

A summoning
Of restless spirits
Craving for affection
And a worthy death 

The Canon of Nil
Nothing but phlegm
A dangerous refuge
The addiction to hope 

The Canon of Nil
The desperate search
Insight seems pointless
In the absence of god 

The Canon of Nil
Nothing but phlegm
A dangerous refuge
The addiction to hope 

The Canon of Nil
The desperate search
Insight seems pointless
In the absence of god

Redemption Pt. 1

Without dignity
Without pride
Praying for redemption
Honoring rotten souls 

A never ending cycle
A life in repetition
And the only relief
Can be found in lies 

Yet I understand why
Restless souls searching
A fluctuation in belief
Leads to endless fire

Redemption Pt. 2

I can’t deny
What has been spoken
I can’t deny
What has been seen 

I am ashamed 
Of the acts been done
They faint into the mist
Of fear and despair

The compulsive compassion
That leads within
Just another brick of lies
In the wall of shame

The liturgy still remains
Redemption 

If there was something
To hold on to
And not just another
Rotten branch 

If there was something
To sacrifice
Just another piece of mine
Thrown in the stake of lies

I can’t deny
I can’t deny

Death is just turning a key in a lock. And I’m still tied up in a rotten chair. The whitecaps on the waves roll towards the beach just like always. And still I'm waiting. 

I can’t deny
I tried them too
Those faithful words
Pouring from my lips 

I can’t deny
I searched for help
But all I found was
Rotten and decayed

I can’t deny
I can’t deny

Thousand Years of Sand

Like a fruit
In the rotten garden
Like a soul
In the river Styx 

Like a stone
In the unending desserts
Like a word
In the city of Babylon 

Not understood
Yet true and spoken
The sun is reached
With wax and feathers 

Where worlds collide
Between Euphrates and Tigris
The setting sun
In the Occident

Where monuments
Serve as tombstones
Just to serve the dead 

And what did it lead to
Thousand years of sand
A civilization
Collapsed in itself 

And what did it lead to
Thousand years of sand
Thousand years of wisdom
Yet just remorse 

Where dynasties
Erect themselves
The fertile crescent
Shines for the realm

Mesopotamia
Land of the gods
And nothing left
But sand and stone 

The library of Assure
The temple of Ara-li
Legacies burnt to the ground
Forgotten and vanished in sand 

And what did it lead to
Thousand years of sand
A civilization
Collapsed in itself 

And what did it lead to
Thousand years of sand
Thousand years of wisdom
Yet just remorse

Nothing less and nothing more
Nothing less and nothing more
Nothing less and nothing more
Nothing less and nothing more

Babylon

A gathering of sins
The city of decadence
The mother of harlots
And abhorrent things 

The origin of evil
Of fornication and unbelief
May judgement day
Cleanse it from within

In Babylon
We’ve been neglected
The chosen ones
Waiting for god to come 

In Babylon
We’ve been rejected
The forlorn sons
Jerusalem is near

The seven seals been broken
Seven trumpets sound
Resisted the flood
But not human dread 

Decay and repression 
The towers have collapsed
The gardens dried out
The walls are smashed to dust 

The legacy shall be erased
Their ancient gods shall not remain 

In Babylon
We’ve been neglected
The chosen ones
Waiting for god to come 

In Babylon
We’ve been rejected
The forlorn sons
Jerusalem is near

The Last Act

By the sweat of your face, you shall eat bread,
till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust
And dust you shall become.

At which point did this come to be
Incessantly pierced by thistles and thorns
No ark been built, no ford been laid
Naked I‘ll wander, the sinners path 

And dust you shall become
And dust you shall become  

At least a god to claim
And some words that hall
A returning echo
That still remains

At least a way to claim
And a trail to tread
Yet no direction
But well-worn feet 

I ate the weed
I wandered the valley
There is nothing left
To sacrifice 

It bears me thorns
Spikes lead the way
The words of Job
Don’t have an end

The ark has sunk
The plagues remain
The burning bush
Has become extinct

Jona drowned 
The newborn’s split
Lots virgin offsprings
Been raped to death 

The Lord gave
The Lord took away 

The Lord gave
The Lord took away 

The water is rising
Daylight disappears
The ground is trembling
Heaven and earth collide 

This will be the end
As we all know it
One last chapter
The last act 

By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it, you were taken;
for you are dust, and to dust you shall return; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return

written by
NOISE

The album on Spotify
Single on Youtube
Album facts
  • Titel

    Legacy

  • Release

    12.05.2023 on YouTube and Bandcamp

  • Instruments

    Noise, Drums by Hans

  • Text und Musik

    Noise

  • Single release

    1000 Years of Sand

  • Cover Artwork

    Khaos Diktator  Design

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