The line between life and death of an exhausted and cornered person, and, as always, the hero has a choice. However, the choice was not made in favor of life.
lyrics
Eternal cold destroys my dreams.
Wise man said: “There's no point to life”.
Eternal cold destroys my dreams.
Voice screams out: “Future is lost”.
Squeal, whoosh, howl of fading snowstorm.
All stars were extinguished
In my night sky.
The leaves fall apart into abyss.
Where the fate holds court.
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
One of the best metal albums I've heard this decade. Has a mournful, one of a kind atmosphere that has yet to be replicated by just about any other band. 10/10 honeycombguy