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Cherise Fundamentally, I enjoyed this album - particularly the song 'Reborn in Apathy'. Furthermore, I personally feel that the vocals correspond well to the instrumentation, however - I do believe that for some, it may take a few listens to accustom oneself to the unique vocals. Overall, an excellent album! Favorite track: Reborn in Apathy.
Nicolas RESSOT
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Nicolas RESSOT Encore une fois la preuve, si besoin il y avait, que brutal ne veut pas forcément dire bourrin. Par contre, il est clair que si NYN était un bonbon ce serait sans conteste un Fisherman's friend. Enfin, je veux dire en toute éventualité. Favorite track: Reborn in Apathy.
Morgan Griesser
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Morgan Griesser Nayan's composition and musicality is amazing. I'm noticing a trend that artists that have endorsments from Etherial Guitars are generally pretty amazing. And the Album art is some of the most epic ever, up there with ROS. Favorite track: Death of the Nomadic.
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Oppression Unsheathed video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqi4Gp25Tbo
Playthrough of Death of the Nomadic www.youtube.com/watch?v=cus0dxrSuLU


released November 18, 2014

All instruments and vocals written, performed, programmed and produced by Noyan (except otherwise noted).

Solo on Blind Sight by Christian Muenzner.
Guest vocals on Closure, Just as Planned by Hayato Imanishi.

Reborn in Apathy and Oppression Unsheathed written by Noyan and Ali Mete.

Artwork by Mark Cooper.

Special thanks to: Ali Mete, Hayato Imanishi, Christian Muenzner, Nick Budosh, Eric Hendricks, Anthony DiGiacomo, Ian Wilmot, Jimmy Rowe and the rest of Heavy Blog, Francesco Filigoi, Colin Kauffman, Kyle Gaddo, Eden Kupermintz, Tommy Wills, Tre Watson, Brian Shields and everyone else who helped make the album happen and helped me along my journey of making my music turn from imagination to reality.

Also thanks to: Etherial Guitars, Claas Guitars, Skervesen Guitars, .strandberg* Astral EXR Systems, Parker Guitars



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Track Name: Aftermath
The aftermath is an eventuality unavoidable
The aftershock counter reaction
When two monoliths clash neither will waver
Those caught in between will be crushed

The construction unquestionable
The argument that made itself
Veracity self defining
Manipulation self deceiving

Reborn in apathy one's weakness can be overcome
Death of the nomadic lifestyle will pave the future
But recursive struggles hold us back
Illusions of blind sight mislead
In torrential flames we rebuild our persona
Defeat the sword of oppression that has been unsheathed
And we reach the closure we planned all along
Track Name: Reborn in Apathy
The place where unprepared hearts go to die
The weakness that cripples with doubt
Emptiness driven by fragility
Forced to live clad in apathy

Time is the engineer of
Hindsight that burns inside
And makes us hollow
One step is enough to fall
Downward spiral
Taking all that you have made
And then the void consumes

What we have made is of no value
Daggers of cold nothingness
Stabbing endlessly bleeding us out
Claustrophobia from within
Cutting lashing clawing scratching
Trying desperately to feel
But the ice is too deep to be
Thawed by only the care of one
Lack of compassion drives us
Apart as we wither
Cutting lashing clawing dying
When you don't feel how do you stop?
The downfall of our species is
Imminent if we cannot change

Give yourself to the calm
Cut out your past regrets
Be reborn in apathy
Track Name: Death of the Nomadic
Destroying what your mind perceives as indispensable
...withheld by ignorance, forced denial
Preyed on by merchants of bold-faced deceit
Breaking the cycle of indoctrination

They're liars they're peddlers of doubt
In a world governed by nonsensical thought

Circuitry eroded with the acid of poison tongues
Fresh neurons shoehorned away from the question
Pathways built upon illusionary foundation
And a zeitgeist that self-reinforces

Stone pages, wound hearts, the recipe of hatred
The battles fought between kindred crossborn
The masterminds amass crimson currencies
Wrought by the souls of marionettes

Take all your profit and cast it from your heart

Seize the common man take their minds

Exchange rates between indulgentia and sanguinea
Commission taken by dominus ex cathedra

Archaic historical constructs
Yet applied the future it obstructs

There is one way to go

The promise of the recreant hypocritical frauds
To amplify alienation with discriminant fate
Can you absolve idolatry from bigotry
Soul unity felled in one strike, faith misapplied

Apostatic repression is the cure for the oppression
Deeply cursed decrepitude contaminates manuscripts turns to spite
Sublime, innocent, all-forgiving; elaborate deceit
Self-awareness is bleeding lacerated by the spiritual strife

Apostatic repression is the cure for the oppression
Deeply cursed decrepitude contaminates manuscripts turns to spite
Those who violate free will deserve to languish in pits of human waste
Our solemnity is erased

And as we turn to illumination
We are freed from the shackles of oblivion
Track Name: Recursive Struggle
Time flows constantly, it doesn't care about people who are struggling
If strength is justice, then is powerlessness a crime?
If happiness had a form, what would it look like?
It might be something like glass because one doesn't notice it normally
However it is actually there, as proof, if you look at it
From a different angle, glass will reflect light.
It will state its presence and existence
More eloquently than any other thing in this world

This world will change and I'll be the one to change it
Never count on reversing, arrested, flaccid relations fallaciously
Is it creed that blinded you?
If not, why won't you prevent injustice?
Genocide, self destruct, turn your back on your kind
The only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to be killed
The world can't be changed with pretty words alone
Don't mistake borrowed power for your own ability
People don't give a damn about reasons, but nobody can resist miracles

When there is evil in this world that justice can't defeat
Would you taint your hands with evil to defeat evil?
Or would you remain steadfast and righteous
Even if it means surrendering to evil?
The trick of real combat is that everyone is human
The world is destined for even greater chaos
Before creation there must be destruction
If my soul stands in the way, then I'll toss it aside
Track Name: Blind Sight (feat. Christian Muenzner)
Perception of a stimulus is not just a conscious reaction
Within the chambers of the mind the transmitters resonate

The self is just a ghost that wanders these halls
Aimlessly hanging up paintings without knowing their purpose

Directed by the architecture of the brain
Thinking it makes its own path
The seed of thought implanted in the floors
Its roots slowly absorbing
The roots of thought absorbing conscience

But one's reactions echo within the vast corridors
Some of the echoes resonate within the ghost
Most of them are too subtle or too obvious for it to perceive
But the halls always know, they see and feel

The geometry of the mind reshaping itself subtly
Even though the ghost can not lay its gaze
Even though the ghost thinks itself singular
It is but a product of chemistry and circuitry

The ghost constructs a castle within the walls
Names itself king of a figmental domain
It constructs phantasmal citizens from hallucinations
Declares itself their sovereign
Rules over vacant halls in an empty throne

It creates enemies, benefactors
Gods to pray to, sins to defer to
Comforts that heal, superstitions so real

Yet the halls are empty as ever, cold and uncaring
The echoes of the ghost, the false king, the dreamer, the believer

Every time the walls resonate they get louder
Slowly driving it mad as the crescendo becomes unbearable

The king orders the populace culled
No one to be left alive
Tries to atone for sins committed, worship the deities created

The empty chambers watch the ghost as it slowly spirals away
Driven by its own creations, its own twisted fiction
The ghost tears its dreamt-up castle down on itself
Bleeds itself dry, crushes its own will

Unable to cope with the pressure, the pain
The ghost ends its existence in vain

Yet the halls were still empty
There was nothing there
It was all sight while blind

Your existence is vain
Your existence is in vain
Track Name: Torrential Flames
In search of a purpose
To fill a hollow existence

Archetypal descending helix
Revolving too swiftly as it drains the all of the nectar
From the exposed threads of a life

Endless black towers being constructed
Away from the gaze that kindles all dreams
Endless black towers being constructed
Away from the gaze of all hope
The defense of one's fundamental component
Eroded unjustly withheld force
Without forbearance

As the skies part making way for piercing flames
Not visible to naked eyes
Only to those who know suffering all too well
We know it all too well

Shackles inserted into the flesh viscerally
Their weight a burden unsurpassable
Searing the skin boiling the blood crumbling the bone
Drinking the marrow twisting the organs

The elusive revelation of reprieve inconceivable
Its existence a sore mark on the soul, body and mind
The distance is absurdly tremendous

The walls of the inner prison imploding with immense force
Crushing the vessel yet sparing the essence
Only to condemn it to further torment

The immutable blackness of doubt, weakness, pain
Blinds all that shines
Until no spark of existence remains to fuel the spirit
Choking the will to within an inch of release
Track Name: The Human Temperament
Our greatest foe is
Hidden in plain sight
We turned our eyes to the sky
As we fight
But as we turned away
From each other
Our backs were vulnerable
To the predators within us

And so begins the tale of emotional cannibalism

Threads that bind the enervated
Become undone
By the passion
Of the voracious

Our structure inherently flawed
When a pillar
Becomes an individual
The tower of flesh collapses
A failure of compassion

We blame demons and gods
But the failures are all our own
The components clash
Hidden by weakness
Our nature is based on
Survival of the fittest
Trampling our own brethren

And the pain took its toll as it struck
And desire paved our road full of loss

A system built on
A flawed machine
That seeks its self destruction
Can not succeed

Rip it out, break it down

Into the depths of the
Fragile human psyche
We designed our process
And shook hands
But hands mean nothing
When severed and bleeding

And the pain took its toll as it struck
And desire paved our road full of loss

Nightmares are but a product
Of the dreamer's own propensities
The yearning for dominance
At the expense of consistency

How are we different
From the ancient evil
That tried to enslave us
With control?
Track Name: Oppression Unsheathed
Domination opens the road to perversion
Paved on the blood of subservience
Supplanting the need for oversight as it's cast aside

Flesh and sound of people, but with soul of fiends
Vampires of human dreams
As they conspire against their own kind sowing the seeds of

The downward spiral of the human species
and in time, the rest of the planet
A dire collision, society has ensured that those with power will bring

The downward spiral of the human species
and in time, the rest of the planet
A dying hope, these tears
The enlightened plead yet they are drowned in doctrine

Tyranny strengthening its grip as we choke into obedience
Settling into its throne fists clenched crushing all dissent

Sacrificed forced to lie to realize tunnel vision

All these years misled into a false sense of peace
Sustaining a false foundation

And then your eyes gaze upon light of truth and now you hope, with a new sense of life

As time has shown every rule comes to an end
be it just, cruel or inert
And sometimes the people will assert their own freedom
and they will prosper through adversity

That being said, this comes with the price of revolution
Tearing out the roots that drain
A cause that animates change is worth dying for
Overthrowing leeches of mirth is worth fighting for

See through the lies and take up arms
Do not fear the vultures, for they depend on your suffering cries
Ultimately powerless, they'll shrivel and die

Pathetic, weak, lies and deceit their weapons of controlling

Our will won't die even if our body crumbles
Traitors to your own kind, we won't forget your crime
Blood is a pact that binds, not a way to profit and hide
Contempt and neglect towards entreaties of the masses will never slide
Struggle to suppress the truth but the truth can never die

Avarice, malignance and force can only take one so far
Underestimation of the drive of defiance
Disparage dissenters as boorish
and be on the receiving end of the sword of the exploited
As it decapitates you
Track Name: Closure, Just as Planned (feat. Hayato Imanishi)
Part 1: Justice as Planned (Hayato)


この我に 与えられた 万民を 裁く力
我が下す絶対なる 裁きから逃れられはしない


罪深き 愚かなものたちに 生きる 価値等無い

私に課せられた この世界を 浄化する
この使命だけは必ず 貫き通してみせる

この世界を 作り 変えるのだ 微々たる 悪をも許さぬ正義で

Kono wareni ataerareta banning sabaku chikara
warega kudasu zettainaru sabaki kara nogare rarewa shinai


tsumibukaki orokana monotachini ikirukachinadonai

watashini kaserareta konosekaiwo joukasuru
konoshimeidakewa kanarazu tsuranukitoshitemiseru

konosekaiwo tsukurikaerunoda bibitaru akuwomoyurusanu seigide


The power I was given to judge anybody
From my judgement no one can escape

I won’t let anyone get away

Sinful ones do not deserve lives
I will complete my mission to purify this world, no matter what cost

I will re-make the world with the absolute justice

Part 2: The God Complex (Noyan)


Suffer at every choice
Soulless separation
Ending it as it's begun
There is no sign of life
There is no salvation
Choosing those who are worthy to live this day

Who is to say?
You create your own justice
There is no way that you can believe
What are you telling to the people you're sentencing
To the otherworld?

Suffer your own misfortune
Exit the God Complex
Write the names down
Pass your judgment

The lust for power turns you into a god
Or you might as well be one
So you think that you can judge
Your fellow man
And you will be the the light of this world

If you saw the frame of reference
For just an individual
We gather together and
Gain our free will from nothingness

Write down the names

Everyone who disagress with the ideal world
Is an infidel
They must be struck down
With great prejudice
To the otherworld

Suffer your own misfortune
Exit the God Complex
Write the names down
Pass your judgment