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Shores | [INSTRUMENTAL DEATHCORE] - The God Below (Album: None)

Shores | [INSTRUMENTAL DEATHCORE] - The God Below (Album: None) Artist: The God Below Year: 2026 Album: None Concept: Nox Vacua — The Exquisite Illumination of None An album devoted to the radiance found only in absolute negation. Through the via negativa — the path of "not this, not this" — we arrive at a threshold where all form, all name, all borrowed identity falls away. What remains is not emptiness as absence, but emptiness as source: a black luminosity preceding creation itself. This is the left hand path's secret gift. Not destruction for its own sake, but the sovereign light that emerges when we refuse every external definition, strip away every limitation, and stand finally as the unconditioned ground from which all things arise and into which all things return. None is not nothing. It is the womb before the word. The silence that makes sound possible. The darkness that births stars. Here, negation becomes illumination. Dissolution becomes deification. The void speaks — not in language, but in presence. For those walking the path of unknowing. For those who seek the light hidden in the dark. For those becoming. ▸ Headphones recommended ▸ Best experienced in darkness and solitude Song: Shores Lyrics: Upon this brink where land doth yield to sea And finite earth surrenders to the vast The craven souls construct their certainty While bold ambition breaks free from the past What force within the marrow doth compel The restless heart to spurn the harbor's keep? What siren song, what evolutionary spell Draws forth the few who dare the fathomless deep? The timid build their monuments to fear And call it wisdom, call it prudent care Yet those who shaped the ages, year by year Were they who scorned the safety of their lair Forsake the shore, let anchor chains be broke The boundless calls with thunder in its voice Forsake the shore, throw off the common yoke The grave awaits the ones who make no choice Methinks the crawling beast that left the brine Did not convene a council ere it walked Some primal hunger, some celestial sign Compelled the leap before the wise men talked The comfortable shall preach their gospel still That measured steps and caution mark the sage But progress bows not to the fearful will It crowns the ones who storm from off the stage What marks the specimen that doth transcend From bones that lie entombed in ancient stone? The nerve to sail toward an unknown end To trade the charted for the vast unknown The beach grows fat with those who chose to stay Who raised their temples unto safe return But past the breakers where the monsters play There lies the truth that makes the courageous burn Forsake the shore, let anchor chains be broke The boundless calls with thunder in its voice Forsake the shore, throw off the common yoke The grave awaits the ones who make no choice In nature's court where selection holds the throne The meek shall perish, written out of time While those who dared to venture forth alone Carved kingdoms from the treacherous sublime This infinite expanse demands its price Not silver, not the blood of sacrifice But something rarer still, beyond all measure— A hunger that outweighs all mortal treasure So here I stand where waves assault the rock Where distance promises both doom and glory I feel my forebears loose the ancient lock That kept us prisoned in our petty story The map was ever smaller than the true The boundary a fiction we embraced And in our savage youth, we somehow knew That paradise is just a gilded waste Forsake the shore, let anchor chains be broke The boundless calls with thunder in its voice Forsake the shore, throw off the common yoke The grave awaits the ones who make no choice Launch forth unto the edge where knowing dies Where no philosopher can light the way Thus doth the species breach the boundaries By spurning safety every mortal day The horizon is not ending but beginning And those who sail are not the lost, but winning ##################################################### Human orchestrated AI generation. #thegodbelow #None #epic #deathcore #satanism #lefthandpath #extrememetal #satanic #deathmetal #symphonicmetal #breakdown #slammetal #era #metalcore