Laying in the high dry grass, listening to the crickets playing their song, wondering if times of true serenity were never over, but right there under my nose, the whole time.
The street lights are passing at accelerating pace until you move up into the sky. Like light you'll refract and entangle and have your mind blown, when you come to realize you are indistinguishable from the countless other photons, if it wasn't for your own chaotic path.
It's a glitch this album exists. It's the waiting music, saying goodbye before your soul gets infused into your body, but somehow it stayed in LORN's mind and he shared it with us all.
Jedem, der um die Schrecken der ewigen Kälte weiß, dem lässt dieses Album das Blut gefrieren. Ein ewiger, unerbittlicher Kampf ums Überleben. Ein brutaler Winter, dem kaum zu trotzen ist.
Ich habe ihn vermisst, den sedierten alten Mann, mit krankem Herz und Schalen voller Zorn. Diesmal scheint er etwas heiser, fast müde, wie noch zu seinen Hundstagen. Doch gewaltig, wie eh und je, weckt er wieder schlafende Hunde.
If this is the kind of music that plays in the background of your mind, you will be a patient, loving and understanding person, who thinks first and acts second.
Do good and good will come to you.
Beyond my comprehension this album wakes so many unknown feelings. Rarely have I been more comfortably sad. It's the sound you hear when you press your ear against the wall.
