Neurosis
Through Silver In Blood

THE REVIEW

[forgive me for the childishness. You should read the review of the same album by Zion. Great review. This one sucks, but I need it, now. Forgive me]

Through silver in blood. Eyes of flesh. Apocalyptic dimensions, apocalyptic collapses, incomprehensible dimensions. Industrial fumes, unhealthy machinery. Impossible odors. Impressionistic architectures: inhumanity.

Humanity: flesh. Ideals, torn apart. Judgments, ideas, thoughts. Flesh. Eyes, observing. Blood, dripping blood, red dominates over dark shades. Our gazes do not meet, will not meet: separation. Cross, crossroad, distinction, choice, separation, pain. Sublimation, sanctity: silver. Blood, pain: atonement, sins, death, ideas of terror, fear, red sky, red snow on our hands, blind eyes.
Glorious wars, fierce gazes: the pure realization of man. Sublime nature, hateful nature, beasts. With teeth, they tear pieces of flesh from the corpse of beauty. Ends in a slow death.

Don't crawl, seek his burn of war. When fallout comes, he is fire. Fire: burns. Blazes in the veins, grates in the eyes, tears the flesh, swells the wounds. Unbearable smell; apocalyptic architectures: hatred, loneliness, declaration of freedom. Happiness, realization, death. The rhythmic beating of the machinery, relentless musicians of destruction. The bards of the apocalypse. Pregnant women pray to the demons; the dead will have purification. The collapse is the final catharsis. Destruction; apocalypse. And there will come a day. The moment will come when. Hopes placed: non-hopes. Death, aimed at itself, apocalypse, the eyes of demons infest your nightmares, there is no rest: there is nothing but the rhythmic beating of the monstrous architecture and the demonic infestation of the screams in your marred brain.

Don't crawl, seek his burn of war. When fallout comes, he is fire. Don't crawl, seek his burn of war. When fallout comes, he is fire. Don't crawl, seek his burn of war. When fallout comes, he is fire.