When you're forgotten
On the verge of ash
When you're numb with fear
Or hunted in mass
We'll reflect on your heroes
Corrupt and damned
We'll count those hours
Until you're breathing sand
As you crush and kill you ask
Is that all there is?
Well i fucking hope so
As you pull us into your dumb labyrinth
What did you want to be?
Everything we hate?
Well i guess you’ve fulfilled your dreams
Money, power and soul sucking fame
Another overdressed anarchist
Unable to see the irony
Everything you fought for
Will be undone when you bleed
A scheming vacant impostor
So afraid of being forgotten
Made the world your effigy
Sacrificing the brave and the fallen
You'll always have the last word
As brilliant and poignant as ever
One last hopeless endeavor
To be revered and praised forever
Another overdressed anarchist
Unable to see the irony
Everything you fought for
Will be undone when you bleed
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die we will spit on your grave
When you die
When you die
When you die
It plunges me into an abyss of sound that's both harrowingly dark and profound, a sonic deepness that swallows light and breathes out an engulfing, cathartic darkness. lecassette8
Par rapport au monstrueux A Dawn to Fear, The Raging River est un album qui paraît presque raisonnable. Sauf qu’il est dans la continuité de Cult of Luna, c’est-à-dire pas raisonnable du tout. Comme bande-son de fin du monde, il se pose un peu là: à l’instar de son titre, il va balloter l’auditeur entre cailloux, troncs arrachés et débris divers. (Chroniqué sur https://alias.erdorin.org) Stéphane Gallay