Voyage to the Realm of Smoke

from by Nekromorphine

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price


  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Limited to 50 hand-numbered copies. Includes an 8-page booklet with artwork by Infected Minds.

    NOTE: the defined shipping fees are for the regular shipping option. If you prefer priority or registered mail, please contact the band before paying.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Senseless Ecstasy via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 3 days

      €8 EUR or more 



For the final journey, I have changed my destiny.
For the highest purpose, I have chosen the voyage,

Claim of destiny to sift the hope...
In allure of death I will find the rope that shall collapse on my neck,
Through self-violation I see a silent gratification.
Why have my time left me alone?
Spasms of life will drive straight to the abyss
And the consolation of black grants the peak of bliss.
Why does the blood drowns in my howls?
Will the eternal emptiness cover the last resting place of my bones?
The harvester of decease with a gloomy smile on his face
Takes the vitality from the corpse...

The archangels stand along the path and croon the funeral chant,
And my final breath releases the horde of flies...
I ascend with this mighty hurricane!
The life force departs from my veins!
Approaching liberty welcomes the tormented soul.
The symphony of chaotic rays is burning my eyes...

The blackest light
Veils my sight,
I raise my hands...
...And the journey ends.

Grim and dark...
Hypnotic guidance...
In senseless bliss, the soul forsaken...
Vanity of distress ended in vain...
Bereavement and tears
That I can’t feel anymore...
The breeze of silence
To keep my spirit company...

A melody of shining blight
And a sinful harmony of brilliant glowing stars
Are leading to perpetual oblivion.
Infinite immolation of a spirit mass formation
Grows on with lamentations!
Drops of transcendental suffering
And invisible tranquility of nothingness
Shall make my mind ignore the time.
Bleak and profound,
The frustrating mix of sounds,
To dissolve me in senseless ecstasy...
In bleeding soul hypothermia...
Bleeding soul hypothermia realm.


from Senseless Ecstasy, released December 31, 2011



all rights reserved


Nekromorphine Coimbra, Portugal

Avant-garde & Experimental Music

contact / help

Contact Nekromorphine

Streaming and
Download help