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Studio Albums
2014 · Equilibrium
2015 · Clouds As Skin
2015 · Solipse
2017 · Moonraker
2019 · Hours Of The Holy
2021 · The Orpheum Tapes I
2021 · The Orpheum Tapes II
2023 · Darkflowers
The Lost Works
2024 · Tales On A Lonely Eve
2025 · Tales On A Lonely Eve II [TBR]
Score Work
2018 · The Twilight Veil*
2019 · Dreambound
2022 · The Apalaossa Exhibit: A Touch Of Divine Overture
2023 · Phantasmagoria: Hymns To Nightfall
Can't stress enough how important it is to read the lyrics. I've never seen anyone write like this.
Seasons
Black sorrel veins
Halve a star -
The rack and the veil
It's all true
Dissolve and coagulate
Satiate another
At one
Beneath the glass
His finger lisps your wound
Sin deep
Nephilim whisper thoughts
Snowblind blood sky
A hall of angels
Do they know they're dying?
Chrome, hallow marks
Along your thighs
Tales On A Lonely Eve is a collection of performances and live takes, featuring album tracks, alternate and deep cuts, sketches, and never before released songs.
Lām Opium Bloodlines
You are listening to a full band performance recorded a few months before the tracking of The Orpheum Tapes.
Lām, worn loss tongues
Our memories -
Odessian warm melancholia
Sores
Divine laurel veins
Garden opium bloodlines
Lavinia hor
Marigold white halls
Ovid rings
Our silent vows,
Still hallow
Divine laurel veins
Garden opium bloodlines
Lavinia hor
Without you,
Beloved of faith
Nothing could alter their being
Scoria
Mouth cuts
Versailles onyx blood
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Stigmata Serpentia
Demian’s lost prayer; a full band performance, similar to the final studio recording.
Lost your serpent distant touch
I am more
Silent venal trails belie our loss
Drowsing to the venom
As it began
I left you by the tower
Serpents on your wrist
Bound
Holy hours, marrow spill
A circle of white
Venice nights
Gold spirals down the altar
Swans in blood
Fall lanterns sway low
I won’t be long
I won’t be long
Oh, dark angel
Lost your serpent distant touch
I am more
Silent venal trails belie our loss
I won’t be long
I won’t be long
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Heel
An early acoustic performance.
Heel /verb/ : lean body weight backward.
As you turn to me
A visiting God laughs
Sangliph swirls on her palms
Blood-warm
Dark sand fractures
Now a curse invoking present -
Subservia
Brings me close to you
Obsidian silent horses
Heel
With every blade
Within
Now a curse invoking present -
Subservia
Brings me close to you
Maar wildflowers,
Somewhere near Thora -
Our becoming
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On Demon Wings
A solo performance of the ⅞ track from the Hours Of The Holy record, revolving around the warm tones of Demian’s guitar.
Take flight
Leave your starlit crown
Nothing heals your tear
At all
A drowning sea
Oval martyr scars
Heavy lilac neck lace
To have and have not
Divination
Morphine city lines
Your reflection pulls me near
On demon wings
Take flight
Take flight
You cut her and it feels good
By heavens own
Dark mirage
Was there a sign?
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Her Moan
An experimental song, probably unlike anything you’ve heard. It came together after Shallow Cuts approached Demian about working on some of his beats. Thematically the song is an extension of Demian’s The Scythe and Silence.
Demian Hel - Vocals, Keys, Synth, Guitar
Shallow Cuts - Programing, Bass
Her moan is where
I hide my scythe
I lie, dead
Outside your eyes
No bodies wind
Her moan is where
I hide my scythe
You turn me on
You turn me on
You turn me on
I die, die
Her moan is where
i’m silent of my God
Her moan is where
i’m silent of my God
Fuck, you know me
Fuck, fuck, you owe me, now
Fuck, you know me
Fuck, fuck, you owe me, now
Fuck, you know me
Fuck, fuck, you owe me, now
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Victorian Halls, Invicta
Take me now
I feel you
So close
Eye of the night
Bleeding tar
She holds the spear
Victorian halls, invicta
Hereafter
Somnia noctis
Whisper worlds
Black milk
Down your waist
And your every kiss
Victorian halls, invicta
Hereafter
Harvest
Descending backwards
See-through blinds
Heavy with satin
No love under her will
Coagula, cast with night
Where nothing is
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