each time my heart beats it's like I'm being stabbed from the inside. a hole is permanently kept in my chest, my flesh is rotten and dead. when the dawn of sorrow comes breaching all doors, it captures the ghosts of all who've sharpened this knife and for a second it stops, for a second this filthy heart stops.
under the greyest of all skies the reflections of heavens are distorted into shame.
De l'action de descendre sciemment vers le néant au constat simple, lancé dans un dernier soupir, comme si on était mis devant le fait accompli : There is no beauty left here...
Mais contre toute attente, ce chant du cygne d'Exiled from Light n'est pas une acceptation résignée de la mort. Mort (je parle de l'artiste) est animé de l'énergie du désespoir, cette énergie qui fait accomplir des choses extraordinaires quand tout est perdu et ça rend son DSBM très beau, paradoxalement. Indispensable !! Jordan Vauvert
This album has been something I often circle back to in a meaningful way. From the album cover, the brokenness, the aggressiveness, the melancholy, the air of nostalgia of an old world, the sense of sameness that is absurd and prevalent through fashioning the same vocals throughout. It almost feels intentional that the absurd, nostalgia, and sense of brokenness is the anger and sadness.
A lot of heart and thought went into this creation and I care a lot about this piece. So, thank you friend. zaphexa