Oh, how these spires claw azure
their design so beautiful, polished, gleaming
yet the underbelly is crusted in dried blood
at which they chip away
flaking and softening with a monotonous rain
I can see, can feel, how it obscures
the undue thorns of the manacled
Not to be absolved of torment
But to merely bury the scars
so, this appearance may shine and shine it does
Starry-eyed staring beyond the sickness
Casting doubt aside to live undignified
Forever framed by somber woe and disgust
for (our) crushing weakness
I don't know about others, but I personally feel melancholic rather than depressed. The atmosphere is so thick that you can cut it with a knife, and after listening to this album (twice in a row), I can safely say that it will not end with two listens Kurt Von Jazzenhoff
To me this is DSBM at it's best. calming, emotion filled riffs, vocals are a perfect blend between heart wrenching and eerie, and last but not least, the ATMOSPHERE. One of my absolute favorites for this sub genre The Laughing Stock