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Descend into Despair - Synaptic Veil

by Descend into Despair

a swift blow, a last heart-throb, the crowd’s roar - then the pain of the birth of a sun hazy eyes saw my final breath soar - as my body and head were not one and I could not recall what I lived for, and I could not recall how I’ve sinned while their nails in my flesh deeply tore as my warm blood scented, scented the wind “what a beautiful world to depart” - I whispered while I entered Letus’ dominion “a world I’m no longer enslaved in” and they gave my carcass to vultures, and they gave my name to oblivion as they crushed the stone it’s engraved in dooming the remembrance, banished for eternity scorned and subdued, abolished from reality the fiber of bleeding, surrendered surrendered secluded incomplete , smeared in ashes Damnatio memoriae All traces removed Sentenced to be wiped out A being rendered invisible By the highest gallows, an obelisk of failure Devoid of name and purpose, watching life unfold Lost in an ocean of strings, a life wasted Autonomous hands playing the harmonic pelicula
In silence I can hear my breath One won't believe how long the last breath lasts: It lingers past the seventh gate of death Where there's no flesh, no memory, no heart This field of roses looks to them Immaculate and fragrant, white and still Faint beings, subdued to their will - and they don't care from where they stem To us - red roses, without scent or smell Cover the soil our blood has fed We grasp their roots, brains rattling in our head 'cause we're all dead and this is Hell In darkness I would grasp her hand Cover it with my palms, coddle it in I thought I'll do this far beyond the end 'till our fingers had no skin To me - how much all things would matter then But now they matter not. I'm he who rots - Below the hasty, callous steps of men I am alone, here, with my thoughts.
Demise 14:12
I wish my thoughts were more akin to theirs My mind - a shrink-wrapped, sanitary attic No screeching doors, no running down the stairs The silence never broken by a burst of static. Could I be worthy of a higher praise? Yes - is the answer that will frequently transpire I fear it's just insanity that frays My fragile strings of nerves tugged by desire: A dream chimaera fell with one clean sweep. I'm trapped just like them, but at least I chose my maze Not knowing it goes vastly wide and deep In THIS world I bear watching solely through a haze How warm and silent is the lesser death of sleep... No gnashing of the teeth, no painful flashes Like embers scattered among bodies on a pyre I only see the stars - as they smoulder to ashes. I've got so many wounds, but slumber weaves its bands And so, with night and lids shielding my eyes I, grasping the cold clay with absent hands, Grow peaceful with the thought of my demise
BOW YOUR HEAD For I am not the silence of the stone Nor the dainty silence behind lips unmoved The void will sometimes void itself I’m that which dwells instead BOW YOUR HEAD I am the blood unseed Staining thine flags of sable velvet A face, half draped with skin The other lost to shade Shade beyond grief, grief beyond dread BOW YOUR HEAD Quite like the hand That will retain no shape Of bodies it once grasps There’s no past fading echo to my silence Just hands unseed that reach around my neck Back when things spoke, they said BOW YOUR HEAD!
Tomorrow 14:01
these ravenous thoughts still squirm in my skull these poisonous veins still bursting with sorrow one would think that such pain would rend senses dull yet through scorching delusion I crawl every dawn and every day i’m just waiting for tomorrow they say love is light they say love is life but none of them lived and counted the scars it’s simply the kind hand that clutches the knife now cold is my breath, but colder your smile colder yet than the void that swallows the stars There's an odd kind of waltz we danced for a while To the decadent cadence of a crumbling hearse Our hands slip back together, my grin turns to a smile And red drops ascend from immaculate tiles But little we knew we danced in reverse a spring of black blood has flooded the grove and the forests are fainting enraptured by blight you were a seven-headed Hydra, my love three I have severed, and three I have crushed but one I have foolishly buried inside there’s no truer forever than “forever gone” what can an unyielding, yet broken man say? I’m a swarm of drunk ravens hatching the sun I’m no place for your head, I can barely stand one crawl outside of me, just go away!


Order physical (CD) version here: shop.loudragemusic.com/descend-into-despair-synaptic-veil

The band’s second effort features 5 long tracks with a total duration of over 55 minutes of introspective haze:

1. Damnatio Memoriae
2. Alone With My Thoughts
3. Demise
4. Silence In Sable Acrotism
5. Tomorrow

Official trailer: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NkB8Enq6cQ

Here’s what the band had to say about their latest effort, Synaptic Veil: “our latest effort to date, is also our most articulate endeavour so far. The veil here is ambiguous and double-sided: “objective” reality imposes a layer of limitations onto our mental landscape; but our inner, “subjective” reality lays a veil of concepts on top of the physical reality as a coping mechanism.”

Order physical (CD) version here: shop.loudragemusic.com/descend-into-despair-synaptic-veil


released June 5, 2017

Synaptic Veil was mixed and mastered in London by Daniel Neagoe, known from his work in bands like Eye of Solitude, Clouds, and recently also Shape of Despair, and features the special guest appearance of Kostas Panagiotou from Pantheist.

The cover artwork for Synaptic Veil is signed by talented local artist Maria Elisabeta Cucu.


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