Yob
The Great Cessation

There is nothing to be done. We must simply wait. We will die shattered on the rocks below. Those stones that from up here look even blacker and deadlier.

We have sunk into a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. Everything is blurred and the perception of the things around is missing. There is only an overpowering background noise, an unbearable metallic screeching that is slowly destroying the brain. Meanwhile, as we continue to think of some foothold, as the now black eyes move furtively in search of some lifeline, the body continues its slow, agonizing descent relentlessly.

Below, the rocks continue to get closer, monumental. Then, from afar, an unexpected roar erupts, with a malevolent stride. The sensation unleashed by "Burning the altar" is that of a very long funeral dirge, leading us step by step towards the hell below us. Darkness awaits us, the sharp edges of the stone. As this descent into the bowels of the earth continues, the asphyxia of "The lie that is sin" seems to animate the boulders, which take the forms of enormous golems, ready to destroy our fragile bones. However, it remains difficult to distinguish reality from vision, perhaps it is just the foggy mind that makes us glimpse the incarnation of those creatures. In reality, we are continuing to fall, ever lower...

The awareness of the arrival, of the fateful crash, is still too dreadful to attempt a look below. There can be no salvation. The fate is now written: blood on the black basalt, the collector of our end. We are now conscious of the imminent arrival of the conclusion, but that is not enough to soothe the wounds that "Silence of heaven" opens in us. The overheated tangle of steel, sand, stone, and death that constitutes its substance shatters our most basic certainties. Meanwhile, the fear of the crash becomes sharper. The pain increases continuously, further fueled by the burst of splinters from "Breathing from the shallows".

Then, suddenly we are safe. In the fury of the end, in the fear of having to abandon everything, we forgot to notice that in the midst of the mortal cradle formed by slabs and tombstones of rock, there is a pool of water. It is the salvation. The danger is averted, the worst is now behind us. The light of the first glimpses of "The great cessation" confirms that we will not collect our limbs on that rock, which in our eyes had slowly turned into a raging row of funeral stelae. Yet there is a sensation that something is wrong: the mind continues to be sore. The capacity for perception wanes. Darkness once again forcefully enters the field of view. Everything becomes watered down and indecipherable. The last remaining forces serve to ascertain that there is no lake, no trace of water.

The bones, the arms, the legs break against the stone below. Icy, whispering, sepulchral. We are already dead...

1. "Burning The Altar" (12:37)
2. "The Lie That Is Sin" (11:19)
3. "Silence Of Heaven" (9:48)
4. "Breathing From The Shallows" (7:35)
5. "The Great Cessation" (20:34)