Complexity...

...reduced to black and white.

Horna/Helvete

Thrown into this dark room. No Light in sight.
Here, I am the merchant of my fears. I weep.
A degeneration unnoticed. Unseen. Unheard. Unable.
Unable to stand. Walk. Sleep. Eat. This is what I've done.
I am the merchant of my hate. I cry.
This is where I lay. A Palace of despair upon whose throne I rest.
A temple to face my thoughts. This temple is burning.
This temple, where the carrion wraith stands ready.
Awaiting the remains of this shattered existence.
The filth and grime of under-achievement ever thickening. An unwashable disease of the mind.
No miracle left to cleanse. This is my temple.
Built on the uncrackable foundation of misery. Memory.
Pillars and girders wrought in the lick of self-wraths fires.
Ever burning. Forever burning. Forever consuming. Ceaseless.
A monument to scar the barest of landscapes.
This is my temple. This is my hell.
An altar to sacrifice what little remains of my soul.
An altar to worship.
But no more. This is my temple. The temple is burning.


I will burn it to the fucking ground.

Wrath of the Weak

Chapter I: A Leap of Faith Ends When You Crash into the Ground
Chapter II: Using Self-Destrution in the Pursuit of a Better Life
Chapter III: What We Learn From Spending 120 Hours in a Downpour
Chapter IV: When One Side of the Mirror Diverges From the Other
Chapter V: Angels With Forked Tongues and the Gifts They Bear
Chapter VI: Light Streaming in Through the Cracks in the Door
Epilogue - The Journey Towards Non-Existence in Slow Motion and Technicolor

Who Needs Anything More?

Cold Forgotten Earth - Sombres Forêts
Crystal Ammunition - Wolves in the Throne Room
I am the Wooden Doors - Agalloch
Not Unlike the Waves - Agalloch
Percées de Lumière - Alcest
Liquids - Self-inflicted Violence
Of Stone and Stars in the Sky - Falls of Rauros
Le Cercueil - Sui Caedere