the disgust of every breath maintains all doors to the self locked. senses aren't to be trusted cause such unbalance won't lead to real feelings. I leave myself alone in the hopes of parting ways with the pain but all paths lead to a much deeper state of isolation. these walls speak in the only language that makes sense and all they said is to hit harder each time. to no success while they get more and more distant. there are no doors, there are no locks and no knots. a mere lack of bravery is what holds us apart.
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