Blut Aus Nord
777 - Cosmosophy

"777-Cosmosophy" - 777 Trilogy, final chapter.

This is a work that should not be described: it should be listened to - as any description would be inadequate and reductive. It carries and intends to leave a message that, like a blinding light, will be clear from the outset, yet not distinct. It is "Cosmosophy" that commands you, demands, requires an attention that will slowly lead to insight and enlightenment.

If the previous "The Desanctification" was a musical transposition of Nietzsche, here we are rather approaching the Renaissance magical doctrine. Blut Aus Nord left us naked and desperate, after having shattered our certainties with hammer blows and a noise trail devoid of any glimmer of hope and redemption. Now it is about overcoming nihilism and creating new values, and it seems that Blut does not propose those of Life (which, after all, is a utopia and perhaps a guarantee of degeneration), but those arising from a renewed human-world relationship. When one understands that I am my world and I am a microcosm in a macrocosm, grasping the omnipresent connections and deciphering a new language, one can bring the world back to oneself and achieve peace, reunion, and fusion.

By now, Black is a confused and nebulous echo, revealing its intensity less and less; another atmosphere is breathed, the sounds rise to pure heights, witnesses of the change that has occurred. Clean vocals predominate, in these laborious and acidic epitomes, a sign of the newfound transparency; epitomes containing also Industrial delusions and tortures (XV) and serpents biting their tails (XVI and XVIII); hypnotic loops that seem to never end, like all those nights we wanted, needed to make sense of. Esoteric solemnities (beginning of XIV) and even romantic interweavings (XVII) followed by inevitable hallucinatory vertigoes. Ambient strokes from some desolate limbo.

In the heart, everything is found. In the world, everything is found. These are the premises: it is up to us to draw the consequences, aided by this work, to finally conclude our adventure immersed in silence, or rather in the sound of silence: because when everything has been grasped, everything has been said, everything has been done, nothing remains but to communicate with what is not said, and cannot be said.