It's dark. I don't know where I am, or remember where I was. I feel nothing. I try to move around to regain my senses. Curiously, when I move in this one direction, I begin to feel. Feel the footsteps I take. Feel the tingling of my hands. Hear the stillness of this black void. I move forward on what seems to be a downwards spiraling staircase.

Through the darkness I hear an echo resonating within this unnatural world. It... it is horrible. Like the sounds of people screaming in agony!

I am not comfortable.

I continue this descent. The darkness hugging my body. I turn to try and climb the stairs only to be stopped by a wall, following me as I take each step downwards. I can only go...

Down. Down. Down.

It's cold...


Death is the guarantee we all know and respect. For millennia, humanity has pondered on what lies beyond this world. Sightings of paranormal activity, superstitious traditions, and scientific discovery have all contributed to the question: is there an afterlife? The Sumerians, as well as many Mesopotamian countries, created our species' first written language. It was only fitting to imagine our descent into darkness with music inspired by those lands - for they were the first to describe it.

Written in Arabic, "Into the Pits of Oblivion & Unforgotten Kin" pays homage to a beloved friend: Kenneth Amadeus Batista. Through his death, Homerik imagined his experience into the depths - true to Kenny's undying love for Metal music. Rather than raging hellfire in usual Metal fashion, Kenny walks down a spiraling staircase of stone, unable to go back. It is a cold and perilous descent, and it signifies the fear of our own passings.








In the dark shadows

Of the abyss

There is a demon.

A demon who,

After falling from grace,

Conquers those who perish --

Perish into his land

And cry out his name

Under judgement.


But who can free themselves

from this eternal grasp?

These are the words spoken,




In the pits of oblivion.


"Belial comes for you
Comes for you, comes for you!
One of several kings in hell!"



He stumbled upon,


As a part of me!

As a part of us!


Into his rooted grave.


Don't abandon me,

In this great demise!


It was by chance,


You are not alone through

This demolished time!


Death was not up to him.


Come back now to reality,



Verse 1:


Sadness confides in you,

It pains, it burns, it troubles you.


Anger enrages you,

It will cut, incise, deprave you.


He under the earth

Took away the one that belongs to you.


The final resting place

Of what was our lost unforgotten kin!


Chorus 2:


He's stuck in Limbo,


It came as a surprise

we could never foresee!


In peril, could not thwart the dark.


He's our brother, our brother,

Like you are to me!


Judged by King Minos,


Mending, healing, reclaiming

the scars inside me!


Aware or ignorant.


Even though he's not here,

he lives immortally!


Verse 2:


Rows of fables

You deny

The presence of your peers,


Hiding behind

The reason

You wish not to reveal.


Caving the gorge

Of the ones

Who wish to just console,


Now it is filled

With the grief

Of once was to behold.


Wasting away

Precious time

Before impending doom,


Here they all stand

Waking up

Only to lament you.


Steps that record

The vestige

Of fellow brotherhood,


Absent is he

Could not grasp

What he could really be!






Give him to me!

Give him to me!

Give him to me!


Give him to me!

Give him to me!


"Belial comes for you
Comes for you, comes for you!
One of several kings in hell!"