Through the eye lids of her shirt she saw a perception through the circle. Then, summoning the Black Tongue, she found it sacred the distress, the mother. There by carving the soil with her teeth her heart felt the ever after bleeding out into a soaked red shirt and bringing forth the Hellchild. There, over there he pointed in the direction sharper than his teeth. “Something sinister at play here…the song titles.

A cathartic feeling surges and pervades after the industrial yet organic beats lay the terrain in which emotions float. Gliding anthemic synths aim at the very medullary centers that rule our cardiovascular and respiratory functions.
One of the most important albums of the Millenium so far, and it might even be used as closing theme in the next Winter Olympics