Projekt NON EST DEUS

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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