My wisdom is sacrificed
Through years of agony and loss
Immeasurable the hopelessness
Eyes filled, the tears of loss
Instinct of survival, my crime
The intolerance of mankind
The pain, so foolish, so real
My heart bleeds black, you will see
I am my own God
An illusion so real
Love? Hate? How foolish
In the end, who will care?
The nights, what pleasure
See the darkness beyond, the nothing
The day, what pain
As the walls they spread, waiting prepared for the day
The end is here, saviour
Liberation of our world, pouring our life on the ground
The blood, of our stupidity, feeding us with life
epic, pastoral doom that yet radiates with the sadness and anguish of the abused. a powerful, moving work - if only the band had a different name... risottoeater
So I can't leave a long enough review to say everything I want. But I will say this, I love this EP. It's a great little follow up to times, and has just enough of a dynamic shift in sound to prove that Smoulder isn't a one trick pony with their first album's formula. This one really plays up the 70s prog aspects (DUST and Manilla Road influences definitely shine through even harder here). It's still Smoulder, don't get me wrong. Just a different side in some ways, all of which are good. playfulpooka