Standstill at your tomb
As silence eats your lungs
New life grows into me
Condemning what your love never did
Confessions of dim sounds
Will come surrounding
You and your blank lights
Through black dead dawns
Rivers of true passion will flow in our eyes (now)
Lines of scarlet blood won't control (my) intentions
On this day
But there's no light aligned
To show the heaven
There's no turning back
Burnt lips yell at what you only need
God's last death
And rise again
To embrace the life that flows
(There's no way for you)
Time collapsed in your arms
Before you took this tight will ‒ hanged
On my neck
Reason flows
In your fearless wounds
Ten years passed by
As we spelled words of disbelief
(Gone)
Wait here they'll come
Seeking all the pride you've left
Time erased what I can't forget
Demon's love faded
Through your veins
Stars are God's trophy
Could I ever see his great design
This review is long overdue. This album right here is the album that finally pulled me out of the "commercial" music world and into the world of the raw, experimental, and sincere. An amalgamation of everything I love about post-metal and hardcore taken to a mathy, heavy, ambient extreme. brineryte
Your music connects on every level, whether it’s physical, emotional or spiritual. Impressive musicianship and song writing. Love how you leave this undefined space for us listeners to draw our own images and blend in our own personal lives when listening. Beacons is one of my favorite albums of all time! olaussem
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024
Indie rock suspended between youthful ennui and youthful rage, hooky but cerebral and taut with rhythmic tension, just like the 90s. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 23, 2024
Par rapport au monstrueux A Dawn to Fear, The Raging River est un album qui paraît presque raisonnable. Sauf qu’il est dans la continuité de Cult of Luna, c’est-à-dire pas raisonnable du tout. Comme bande-son de fin du monde, il se pose un peu là: à l’instar de son titre, il va balloter l’auditeur entre cailloux, troncs arrachés et débris divers. (Chroniqué sur https://alias.erdorin.org) Stéphane Gallay