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IMPORTANT NOTE: Review written under the influence of "The Beyond" by Cult Of Luna, indeed. Handle with care, keep away from children and idiots. It only took a few minutes, no more.
I was banging my head against the wall, in the throes of convulsions. The shattered mind begged forgiveness for its pettiness, as it traveled like a train speeding madly towards the dark of a cold snowy night, and angels play basketball up in the sky while a human being as small as a bean lost in the utter black void of the cosmos tries in vain to appease his existential pain in this dark world. Useless.
Blinded by the stupid impenetrable wall of my ego that twists in the distortions, in the guitar feedback, in the hypnotic arpeggios detached from common conceptuality, lost in its egocentrism while seeking a place for an emotion snatching it from the raw notes, prioritizing the end over the means. They destroy everything and are proud of it. A long, very long, relentless journey into nothingness, into darkness, into the depths of a mind clouded by benzedrine, pain, life. Every ascent towards the light is a sweet, very sweet illusion. But we already know that. How sweet it is to savor an illusion when you know there's no way out. Every single moment has its flavor, and you can savor it deeply. Hope is a luxury.
We are children of the heavens and we are destined to fall. The only cradle of our essence is the passions that blind and drive us mad under the crushing weight of wandering in this land of tears and damnation. And if I were to seek a soundtrack for this wandering of mine without peace, without aim, without hope, wearing the unacceptable weight of my most passionate eternal damnation, this will be given by "The Beyond".
I, life, hope, pain, nothingness. The review is over. Go in peace.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 Receiver (08:09)
A deep sore dragged through ages
The sores are my own, I know
Wounds collected through a lifetime
And wisdom I pick up along the way
I received the spit from a snake
And the snare cut real deep
I was caught in her womb
Something spreading in my veins
Those walls I faced alone.
I crept on bounded knees
The own will just vanished.
I wept my compassion away,
with tears that flooded your heart.
No river leads back to mine.
I bow down in soil and whisper
I gather strength to spread the disease
09 Deliverance (08:48)
Relations are artificial; will we give it a new beginning?
Find the essence in ourselves and escape through the tunnel
Transferring spirits. The second coming
Shattering bodies and rising fire
A broken man came our way. He'd lost his harvest
Sunken, he gazed?There lies the blessing
Forthcoming shadows are unfulfilled
Striving forward and deliver innocence
There lies the blessing
We are striving forward
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By ZiOn
Cult Of Luna are among the leading figures and interpreters of the modern changes that metal sounds have undergone in recent years.
The Beyond is an excellent album, compact and well-played, consisting of ten long tracks where...one ends up being involved and (pleasantly) overwhelmed by it all.
