I’ve spent my life believing
All along that I was in control
But now, I know that as
A product of circumstance
This flesh has trapped my soul
And leaves me
Barren to the life I had hoped for
Charon, take me in, away from this world
Maybe therein I’ll find the peace that I’ve sought
As this form is distorted by flames
I have been forced
Into something that was
Never meant to be
My mind’s been tainted
By something I was
Never meant to see
I’ll never belong
I can hide my face and bury my flesh
But my blood the same still flows
That I might suffer through
This force of belligerence
That slowly takes its toll
And leaves me
Empty to the world of potential
It’s left me dying on the steps of the temple
To tempt me into my final submission
Ever to dwell in despair
I’ll leave this behind
I won’t be made to crawl like a worm
Through the dust of my severed name
Their eyes will be blind, their ears deaf
To all that I’m leaving to rust
And they’ll never know
One of the few technical death metal albums out there whose dizzying virtuosity is matched by its transcendental melodicism. A favourite of mine for many years, and likely for many more. Anna Pest
NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert