inside the house of a thousand tortures i seek shelter from the sharpest voices who slice my throat every single day. and even beaten and numb this mind still won't die. to this body it won't bring demise. shout and insist on change and healing still nothing will change even if you stay alive and keep on facing these challenges. “Future! Future!” It’s useless even as it’s convincing. there is no future when present is a constant reenactment of the past. break the cycle, follow the trail of blood into the depths of nothingness. alone, unholy and with all the regrets.
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