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The Phobos​/​Deimos Suite

by Serocs

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Camelus Dromedarius Serocs made an untouchable album with this one. Every aspect of the composition, technique, and production are excellent. This is most certainly one of the best technical (brutal) death metal albums ever made. Favorite track: REM(nants).
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bradd817 absolutely crazy! reminds me of old school cryptopsy, simply wonderful. Favorite track: Being.
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bcb723 The drums are phenomenal - pure insanity from the start. Serocs lays it down with some technical death riffs that will transport you back to the late-90s. This album also has an intense lyrical content with a heavy concept. Oh and "Thanatophobia" will dominate you entirely. Nice. Favorite track: Thanatophobia.
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Being 03:22
I am therefore I take Appropriating nature’s offsprings Without concern, without guilt A pilgrimage for the ego Eating the gods To become a lord Excess is a virtue by which I thrive For this is all real and shall be my wealth Equity is an invention obstructing the mind Overcome this communal fable to achieve salvation Being, transcend its boundaries Beings, leave them to rot A mere farce This lane is meant for others Infringe its laws And flourish beyond primordial frailty Being - transcend its boundaries Beings - roaming without purpose No other shall savor the excellence As there can only be one suprahuman Above the burden of material life And the illusion of time None is prophet in his land This place is yours A field for the disenchanted A temple for the servile Rejoice! Ignorance is bliss What remains unknown does not hurt Eyeless in Gaza, may you alienate yourselves to extravagance And embrace reality Carnival of plebs Adoring an idol Which I have become Eager to exhaust matter And exit my domain What you call self-indulgence Is a flame burning for freedom A refusal to sink below the waist of the earth And the delusion of being.
Nihilus 03:37
Delusions of grandeur A conceited mastermind Self-proclaimed genius Built on self-taught lies Negating life as a sensory experience Hidden behind a senseless shell of wisdom Unable to peel the layers An all-encompassing exile The loss of essence Narcissistic polarization An egotistical divide Hedonistic isolation Between person and populous Hedonistic isolation Submerged in a flow of torments Breeding endlessly as fractals Disengage the mind From the vacuity of the vessel (From the vacuity of the vessel) Sovereign from the blinding light An appealing lure Forever petrified by these thoughts Shattered against the macroscopic scale Behold a life of loneliness Alienation self-prescribed Ungrateful, senseless A void of consciousness Uneventful, meaningless An eternity of nothingness Intoxicated by a deadly obsession Never to be shared Consumed in the confines of a cell Of which boundaries are imagined Self made conceited pariah Suffocating omniscient emptiness Purpose becomes a fleeting afterthought Death now consumes the mind.
Behold, The crushing inevitability The unavoidable black void It looms on the horizon As time begets the dusk of our existence The unavoidable black void looms On the horizon Burdening thoughts of a finite continuance Enveloped by blinding anxiety Wrapped in a veil of dreadful visions Lamenting death with every waking breath Enslaved by a toxic mindset Consumed by fear A state of living as if already dead Consumed by fear Already dead (Moments wasted) Moments wasted, potential lost A state of living as if already dead Moments fleeting, profound cost Death beckons at every turn (Death beckons at every turn) In waking or in slumber Any moment could be the last Insomnia spirals into madness I dare not dream what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil.
REM(nants) 04:59
Lost imprints, vague memories How to recall vanishing deeds? No clear recollection A void to lose oneself At the verge of falling On a sublevel of coma to stay there evermore On the threshold of sleep The blurring lines Of conscious and unconscious The mind takes reign Abused, stiff, silent Nurturing seeds of torment These fragments of bitter defiance Degrade as blistering fear swarms in perfect harmony Flowing across a tense neural stream Total darkness becomes a canvas For a photismic masterpiece Painted by the deep subconscious Born in the twilight of waking False sentence Mutilated hopes of serenity Shatter every instant Ambiguous thoughts detonating Total darkness becomes a canvas For a photismic masterpiece Painted by the deep subconscious Born in the twilight of waking Simple shapes become the pattern From mist to vividness Simple shapes become pattern Patterns become form Sights familiar yet unexplored This synaptic euphoria Then infused and immune Foreshadows defunct creations Oncoming enchantment, so distant Abuse, slip, disappear Deprivation shed all tears Tragic visions be bled A jolting burst A sensation of falling Quasi-hallucinogenic peril A portal to the mind’s eye.
Oneirology 04:38
Awaken for a severed head might do the trick to keep alps and mares at bay and save you from dying in your sleep Swirling reality of obscure origin No obsessive mare shall plague me Until they swim all the waters That flow upon the earth But is their staring benign? Are they aware of the signs? Or am I trapped in a world in which terror reigns nigh? False awakening surreal interpretation their faceless expressions and textless writing Condemned to this weight of eternal punishment the mares' pressure creeping up from below False awakening surreal interpretation their faceless expressions and textless writing But is their staring benign? and are they aware of the signs? Or am I trapped in a world in which terror reigns nigh? Colors quickly turn to dust A deceitful vignette starts to form Oceans dry and mountains crumble The mind becomes aware Awaken for a severed head won't do the trick to save our irrelevant human bodies from the mare sitting on your chest.
Revenants 04:19
I don’t want to be a man I want to be held In the cold embrace of Aamon I don’t want to be a beast I want to bathe In the glorious waters of the Styx Incubi and Succubi Infested by Haagenti Revenants And a thousand burning Foraii Men who fear demons See them all around Men who become demons In hell will be crowned Not sephiroths, Creatures from a distant past A myth, non-existent Consuming anxiety Other beings yet to be conceived Their appearance long forgotten As their shapeless dogma Forbade all depiction Lipless smiles and fiery piles Of human flesh - a filthy mess Empty vessels Summoned in many shapes Lurking a path ubiquitous Forever nameless Lipless smiles and fiery piles Towering at ten feet Revenants pull at your teeth Slowly disassembled Pulled from beneath Every single emotion Even ones left unspoken Burning as if corrosive Damning the moment you were chosen Ominous constellation mirroring human fear No sun to worship in the absence of light All beliefs converge in abyssal conclusions A horrendous void of innumerable forms
Lethe 01:11
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“Abide innumerable times more” Would you not despair And curse the demon that spoke thus? The ferryman of ghosts Kharon at his oar His call impossible to ignore Denial is finite, thus useless Relinquish! No amount of repentance Can nullify this sentence For the ones looking for transcendence Will find nothing but vengeance Oh merciful Phlegyas The all mighty deathless Exit this realm And save this soul Delighted by sin A fleshless hand will lead the way To beautiful misery still unknown “Come forth, hear my call, follow my lead Descend into the antisphere Where all becomes its opposite Do not wander, do not drown in doubt” An invitation so appealing To ease the labor of existence Resolving my fate Release me from this corpse, marching downwards Lest we contemplate abandon No use for a carcass in this lane Consume my ego, Lest we contemplate abandon (Lest we contemplate abandon) Tunnels of vanishing width Textures impalpable Digesting souls of polymorphic shapes A bottomless maze eating itself from above Dragging remains that cannot be felt Into a vertical nightmare Shall it lead us to eden? (to eden).
Nonbeing 05:34
Taken, I am not Capitulating before the immensity of the cosmos Regurgitating crowns and scepters Dethroned, becoming extinct Convicted and concerned - wealth devalued Every crusade comes to an end “Only maligns shall be fooled” These words ignored come forth with rancor Inventing a path asymmetrical Where walls absorb and transform matter No laws to infringe In a lane meant for us Grin swallowed, Shrivelling back to pristine idleness Fables of equals ingurgitated Their salvation overthrown (overthrown) Nonbeing (nonbeing) Nonbeings, dissolve into the antisphere Nonbeing, remodel as surface Dissolve into the antisphere Suffocating - No human life is supreme Suffocating on excellence A man aims for the sky Climbing towers without zenith At tragic heights Enchant us with luxurious temples That never shall be our home Prophets will reclaim The kingdoms denied to mortals Dissolve into the antisphere Remodel as surface Immobilise in the mist of oblivion Not to be Knowledge is meaningless What is known evaporates instantly, permeable truths Eyes made of glass, may you gather ornaments And enter impermanence “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” A selfish fable extinguishing flames Leaving nothing But the delight of nonbeing Adoration for none Senses shall savor no feast As matter exhausted Does not transform.
Deimos 11:11
Part I No sight as empty as grief itself Stuck in an accidental Meeting of possibilities Become endlessly unfilled Quiet the restlessness of the mind Only then will you witness everything unfolding from emptiness Introspection has no conclusion When there’s nothing inside But endless void Become endlessly unfilled A lost touch with chaos After senseless pathos Forget the self and fear nothing Or embrace it and despair Part II Self-Indulgence of the mind and soul Fulfillment impossible For desire will both eat you And leave you starving Gnaw at the hand dragging you Inconceivable A fatal entrance to abandon Alienation self-prescribed Quiet the restlessness of the mind Inner being, fully exposed Strands of rotting flesh, intertwined Naked reality of falsified ego Regressiveness of self Imperceptible degradation Of perceptible fixation Visions of ill-shaped fiends Turning a wheel of pain To the sounds of trumpets Hidden in the skies Looking down on a mural of micro torture scenes Sharp ends gouging fire from earthen limbs Spitting in the lungs of headless idols Helplessness of thought Descent into expulsion Part III Can you picture your despair? Bowels levitating across inward clouds Orbiting a tower of defunct kings Magma spilled from their orifices A thousand arms reach for the skin Fragmenting an empty figure Hauling the pieces at the edges of exospheres Will it repent my way back? Manifest transparence Embrace simplicity Reduce selfishness Without promise of transcendence So the unwilling soul sees what's hidden and the ever-wanting soul sees only what it wants Hate unto others As they have hated unto thee Acid that harms more its vessel Than that on which it is poured Engulfed in malignity Crusaders sheltering my flesh As scriptures burn These words ignored Come forth with rancor Anger and imagination Recipe for fixation Savage self-frustration The end of tender beginnings Part IV Es-tu ego? Un monde de désenchantement Englouti dans un néant intérieur Et trahis par son écorce périssable Les plaies infligées aux êtres estropiés Se décalquent sur le corps du souverain Comme une gangrène immaculée Taken, I am not Capitulating before the immensity of the cosmos Inverting a path asymmetrical Where walls suffocate absorbing excellence Omnipotence fatally puncturing perception Betrayal of self Wounds that bleed again At the slightest word Pain insists upon being attended to A shout to deaf ears Leave no path untaken Let your fears unfurl Barely recognizable Misshapen Part V (instrumental) Part VI Abstracting eyesight Dormant in a shrine Morphing into essence Wallowed visions, timeless Structuring chaos To become existence Devoid of reason Condemned to afflictions No sun to worship In the absence of light All beliefs converge In abyssal conclusions Forever nameless A horde of mares fills A horrendous void Dissolving the antisphere Sprung from ignorance Painful indifference For I am not to die Impotent, belligerent Levitating above the expansive self Swirling reality of obscure origin An egotistical divide yet unexplored Suffocating omniscient emptiness There is nothing to fear aside selfhood itself.



"The Phobos/Deimos Suite" revives the brutal tech-death style of the late 90s/early 2000s and includes ten devastating and mind-melting tracks! Featuring current members of First Fragment, Chthe'ilist, Funebrarum, Benighted & Sutrah, international combo Serocs is pure neural ecstasy!
The album takes inspiration from The Divine Comedy/A Christmas Carol and similar tales. It is the story of a selfish, piece-of-shit man who is terrified of death. Living in constant anxiety and isolation, he finds himself one night being attacked by sleep demons (mares), who transport him to Hell. There, he finds out that Hell is not the classic demon/fire/torture-ridden place, but Hell is inside our heads. Hell is our ego, our mistakes, our selfishness as mankind and as individuals.

Serocs began in 2009 as a one-man project by guitarist Antonio Freyre who released 2 EPs and a full length album. The project later transformed into a full-blown international band with the release of 'The Next' and ‘And When the Sky Was Opened’.
After 3 full lengths and some lineup changes, Serocs is back with a new album entitled "The Phobos/Deimos Suite".

For fans of Spawn Of Possession, Cryptopsy, Severed Savior and Gorguts


released October 26, 2018

Composed between 2008 and 2018.
Recorded between Summer 2017 and Spring 2018.
Reamped, mixed and mastered by Hugues Deslauriers at Roarrr Sound Studio, Montreal.
Vocals engineered and recorded by Laurent Bellemare.
Guitars (Left channel) engineered by Antonio Freyre at Serocs Studios, Guadalajara, MX.
Guitars (Right channel) engineered by Phil Tougas at Stygian Studios, Longueuil QC, CA.
Bass engineered and recorded by Antoine Daigneault.
Drums recorded by Kévin Paradis at Paradise Lounge Studio, FR.
Additional riffs on 05 by Marlon Friday.
Original lyrics on 02, 03 and 04 by Josh Smith, arranged by Laurent Bellemare.
Cover art: "June 27 - Crowned" by Nicola Samorì

Laurent Bellemare - Vocals
Antonio Freyre - Guitars
Phil Tougas - Guitars
Antoine Daigneault - Bass, Baglama, Acoustic Guitars, Synths
Kevin Paradis - Drums


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