Amplexus (Latin "embrace") is a type of mating behavior exhibited by some externally fertilizing species (chiefly amphibians and horseshoe crabs) in which a male grasps a female with his front legs as part of the mating process, and at the same time or with some time delay, he fertilizes the female eggs as they are released from the body. In amphibians, females may be grasped by the head, waist, or armpits, and the type of amplexus is characteristic of some taxonomic groups. Amplexus involves direct contact between male and female, distinguished from other forms of external fertilization such as broadcast spawning, where sperm and eggs are freely shed into water without direct contact by individuals.
Amplexus chiefly occurs aquatically, but some more terrestrial anurans (frogs and toads) like the disc-tongued frogs (Discoglossidae) perform amplexus on land. In crown-group anurans like the true frogs (Ranidae), the tree frogs (Hylidae), and the true toads (Bufonidae), amplexus is axillary (in the armpits). Other anurans (the Archaeobatrachia, Sooglossidae and Myobatrachidae), show the ancestral state which is inguinal or lumbar amplexus (abdominal, in front of the hindlegs). Some species show cephalic amplexus where the head of the female is held while others show complete lack of amplexus.
Amplexus was an Italian record label that was founded by Stefano Gentile that specialized in limited-edition mini CDs by notable ambient artists such as Steve Roach, vidnaObmana, Robert Rich, and Michael Stearns. It went out of business in 2003 and was replaced by Silentes.
Don't you trust that wicked lie
(THEY SELL FOR FREE)
Human hangers are just nature's novelty.
I'll protect you make good with all I have
(WE WONT LOSE THIS FIGHT)
I'll remind you
Here is the truth
Your mirror is the falsest god you'll ever know.
It has no soul and envies the pulse beneath your throat.
But gods they die slow
Before we commit deicide
Trust your eyes
And I will not let you fall.
It's not fair in the way that you judge your self
They parade bones and skin on the cover page.
If we have to choose deicide
(IF THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED)
God is biting the curb.
Just say the word and I'll dance through glass,
Cut through the pain to show you how it teaches resolve,
I wont let them hollow out your hope
But gods die slow
Before we commit deicide
Trust your eyes
And I will not let you
Fall despite where you might jump from.
Gods will fall before I let you disappear inside this syndrome
(I've COME FOR YOUR BLOOD)
Idols made of conceit will meet their end.
I've climbed through the skies
And I stand here before you
Have you not heard me pleading?
This is the way this story ends
So I've come for your blood
And whatever else there is
I'm not taking your jive this is deicide,
Yeah, your gonna pay for your wicked tongue,