The eternal figure again on his throne
In my home of cloud obscured isolation
With the stars, my fading comfort
I’ve etched my memories into the blackened stone; carved my sadness in its solid surface
Markings that will never let me forget my travels through time
These recollections recorded within graven stone shall linger infinitely
Forevermore they will tell of mine and humanity’s journey
They will speak of the rise of man and its subsequent fall
They will speak of mans’ promise and its entrapment by greed
I will remain as the fibre of the ages
In madness my scribblings, scrawlings and scratching adorn the walls
I’ve found comfort in lucidity’s lack
This weight of responsibility is crushing my soul
And from the perilous tip of Isolation Point I see them delving into deprivation
Each day more despair is poured into the walls of Isolation
The dull cadence of the voice of darkness whispering in my mind
(Both the voice and I share the same thought)
“I’m just hoping for an end”
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This album is perfect. Absolutely absurd shredding and technicality blended with beautiful melodies and a strong dose of badass riffage. I find myself involuntarily head banging every time I listen. The most common complaints with technical/djent-y music - sounding overly frantic or having boring, seemingly mindless riffs - are notably absent here. They never linger on an idea too long and there is no filler. Ever single part of this album is essential and a pleasure to listen to. Kevin G