Darkness has its own beauty and ASIDEFROMADAY explores and reveals those aspects step by step. These five shadows are doing
what they do best : provide a lumbering heaviness that marches you to its precipice, lingers there for a moment, then sends you helplessly crashing back down. More than 300 shows all over Europe and supported bands like : Cult Of Luna, Envy, Russian Circles, Baroness......more
Evolution is the gradual manifestation and development of the potentiality of every soul. As the potentiality of every soul is unlimited, there can be no beginning or ending to the process of evolution. In life, in death.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to settle, scared by something they can't name as well. Chasing shadows between life and death, embrace the ground, substance of space. Grave of spark, universal over-soul, consciousness requires material form. Process of ebb and flow provides impulse of life, what we know is real enough for us.
Track Name: Death, Ruins and Corpses
S II : Death, Ruins and Corpses
Crossing the unkown path of the eternal night with hope and fever as a gift is an unsane idea. Deads are inerts, souls scattered elsewhere.
To believe that the idea of death deserves better than the reality of life is an archaic and deceptive concept. Death is not about liberation or elevation, death is the only permanent state of life.
Fall down on my knees, an angel in my arms.
Shadows of the wheel, cycle of the pain, I'm here.
Deads and goats shapeless built, dark clouds on my shoulders are so real.
Fall down from my tears, devil with some feels.
Cherrish fragile faith, brain lost in a maze of ruins and corpses.
I'm there, you're not here, I'm here you're not there to cry.
You're not there for me, why - Bleed, me and my fear.
I know it, you will leave far from me, to sleep, buried inside your shell full of dreams.
Burst my tears on your grave, flowers died so slowly,
mist of petals upon your head, stone cold as ice.
Melt my tears in clay... your grave, my hell, your grave, my hell...
Track Name: Wolf's Tears are Falling Stars
S III : Wolf's Tears are Falling Stars
Men see patterns in the stars since the ancient times, but to look at the sky often makes us forget to behold the ground.
Oh Hear me, shining mother star, give me some light in the starry night, shine...
Give me a sign and I'll fly far away from these ghosts of the weakness.
They run after me, hunt my dreams, eternal fiction or tragedy ?
The time is stopped, the silence in a drop...
A fragment of sky has fallen into the wood, a fragment of sky lost by a God.
Cold fire in my hands, watching the light, I wish to be saved by the grace.
But I am not, is this logical ? As sure as the day comes after the night.
There are wolves everywhere, but thanks to holy grace, there are goats too hidden by the forest on fire. Wolf's tears are falling stars. In the sky shine a new light, reflection of the sun in the third eye.
Track Name: Black Sun
S IV : Black Sun
With so many evidences of self-delusion, one may wonder how we are to proceed by self-induced and self-devised effort. As mind beings, we have the ability and choice to see beyond the apparent illusions of the senses. In spite of many failures, if we choose to keep trying, we will learn that the perfectibility of human nature is merely possible.
We watch burning ashes of ashes.
We watch red lights, grey smoke, invisible twilight.
Illuminate and bright, self-born retires, sun has left the sky.
The end has never been so close, from Earth to the dark empty space, there's a black sun.
Sky is grey, walls are white, it's cold, so cold, as in the wild great North.
Kingdom is black and white. Rise, Holy Sun, Rise...
Track Name: Through The Eye of The Beholder
S V : Through The Eye of The Beholder
World is a mirage, a projection of things and forms that are temporarely phenomenal and sustain the illusion of oneness and permanence.The vision of the world is nothing but a mere vibration of consciousness in the apparent existence of the universe.
A new mystery to resolve, a fog to see through,
tainted glasses hide everything and transform life in a nice fake truth.
No more words to say, silence replaces the will to be there,
conquest of the day is achieved, the next will be made.
Fortress of the mind is on fire, the sun came tumbling down.
My shining second sight is blind, I can't see anything, light saves me.
I pray to see lights again.
No more words to say, silence replaces the will.
This new mystery is resolved, this fog I see through.
Buried by the sun, I found you, a cross bleed on your face.
Target of the men, quite as you, I flee.
Track Name: Endless Prophecy
S VI : Endless Prophecy
The first breath of life in a period of manifestation is the ideation or active formation of the ideal plan of the universe from its latent potential state in the absolute one reality. This manifested ideation working through and with manifested homogeneous substance is a unity and a duality since neither can manifest without the other. This opposition as a universal balance reflects the impossibility of an omnipresent entity.
Eternal kingdom, forget my name, I don't belong to you.
Eternal wisdom, stay beside me, I need serenity.
Funeral kingdom, still wait for me, I'll be your pawn.
Funeral wisdom, count down for me, soon I'll join.
Even If I become The Water, I shall refuse to give life to trees, black birds and humans.
The garden is dried up forever.
Nothing can grow in the mist, only stones will remain to see the last end.
Forms are straight, a storm waits to erode all things.
A storm to erode all shapes, the flood will wash it all away.
Track Name: Chasing Shadows
S VII : Chasing Shadows
"The night is the source of sweet repose, from which light and darkness arose." (Orphic Hymn -300 BC)
We're talking to the shadows in the starry brightness of memories. Based on the recollection of a terrestrial journey, life is a subtle combination of fear and grace.
Mirror's broken, visions lost, unique season, state of nothingness, illusion, shadows reign.
Portrait drawn with some acid permanent ink, liquid emotions on the wall flow and flow...
Wavering circles support the shell of a weak structure, it's made of dreams and secret sins.
Body alone, under the sun, reveals nothing, lost beetwen illusion and symmetry.