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Ghosts of a World Long Forgotten

by Beithíoch

Rot 02:04
Enter the portal of infinity Life withers, atoms collapse All is dwarfed by the endless nothingness Walls of time distort and crack Burst their barriers Submerge reality The past is another realm Forever distant and unreachable Pass beyond the event horizon Perception shatters Memories sink into the abyss Lost to the ever encroaching darkness Recollections... can this be true? Visions... fragmenting Mind... illusory Linearity...unreal The past reveals itself in echoes Like spectres emerging from the abyss of time
When the light no longer guides and all is dim another path must be sought. Journey toward the faintest rays of sun, through seeming endless darkness. Treasure not comfort, but stoutness of heart and sureness of spirit. When all hope has died and all about is barren, Give me solitude.
Tragic Hero 03:51
An end foretold in distant time But no entrails, nor dream, need prophesy To the grave all must go Ready or not, the dead shall claim their own The hero, though, embraces his death Burning in the furious heat of the will An end foreseen, an end not feared An end foreshadowed, an end embraced, an end in death
Storm 03:52
Storm cleanse the land Purge all that stands on weakened limbs Succour the hardened thirsty earth Churn the soil now thick with scum Feed my aching roots For my leaves are withered and no fruit do I bear Nor does my seed spring forth from the ground Renew me Storm ride on clouds of tumult Purge all that stands on weakened limbs
The Tempest 01:50
Across the hinterlands Through valleys and vortex of snow The jagged frozen mountain stands Where fear turns men’s hearts to ice And darkness stills the blood There before the face of death Mortal men walk with the legions of the grave
Fortune guide my arrow’s path Let it fly swift as the kestrel Sharp as the eagle’s talon Sure as the rising sun Rising this auspicious day Give thanks to my prey, for it dies that I may live
Strange inscriptions in stone Etchings faded and indecipherable Sculptures broken and scattered The markings of unknown hands Their secrets lost to time A legacy carved into the earth Overgrown and neglected The voices of the past fall silent Invisible and unheard By a world deaf to their cries Remembered by no one Echoed only by their lost creations The ghosts of a world long forgotten


"Ghosts represents a dynamic and compelling evolution in the band’s sound, even as compared to Conquest."
- No Clean Singing

"Ghosts of a World Long Forgotten lives up to its name. It is a haunting, hellish experience that seems to permeate the mind and soul."
- Metal Trenches

"Conscious experiments in counterpoint abound, at times manifesting a rustic Neapolitan aspect, at others, a cinematic ambience; in the process is cultivated a rare sensuous and intellectually-stimulating experience that does no ill favour to Beithioch‘s credentials and aspirations as a metal band worth seriously investing in."
- Old Disgruntled Bastard


released September 1, 2016


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Beithíoch Ireland

Black/Death/Doom Metal from Ireland's north-west.

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