So many days
In so many years
In baseline despair
We dwell, collectively insane
We were brought into this world as spectators
Naive and unaware, we are being lied to
In time we learn to lie to ourselves
What stays sincere is left unspoken
I… I am cold and I am afraid…
Of the emotional nuclear winter
we build for ourselves, a prison of fear.
For I have seen the beauty in mankind
Step away from grace, step away from obliteration
as the birds fall from the scorching skies
Searing air fills my lungs
As I choke on dust
I watch my beloved ones
toil to fix what they didn’t break
Lifelong struggle spent in shame
Cast by those unwilling to act
yet eager to suffer under the
collective guilt searing our skin
I… I am cold and I am afraid…
That my life is just a dead weight,
a burden to a dying world
NO ONE WILL MOURN
No one will be left to mourn the carcass of this world
Its bones bare and broken
Even the tallest monument of concrete will turn to a desert
our legacy forfeit
Until that happens
We’re eager to suffer
In guilt we‘re indebted
and so will be our children
I’ve seen mankind’s beauty
and wanted to follow it
it led me to insanity
I now see all around me
supported by 6 fans who also own “The Beauty of Mankind”
As mysterious and powerful as the Zitkova goddesses themselves. In the moonlight there is magic, and this is passed into the herbs they collect at night for their spells. While the goddesses themselves might or might not be gone, the power waits in the land and the blood for true seekers to discover. Dave Aftandilian
supported by 6 fans who also own “The Beauty of Mankind”
Very lush expansive doom, lots of different arrangements and choral vocals, slow and sad and full of regret. Extremely high quality stuff. Sounds like a life’s work. Also quite heavy. Jono Schneider
supported by 6 fans who also own “The Beauty of Mankind”
A truly stellar death/doom album with heavy doses of black metal. Tracks like Isolation, Child of Light, and Broken Hymns deliver the sorrowful and icy tone of this album, elevated by the stirring cello compositions of Raphael Weinroth-Browne. The album delivers a deeply satisfying crescendo in Becoming Intangible before stirring the soul once again with Epilogue. Matt Richardson