I awake and embrace my loss
as I fell asleep my life's ruin remain
In my sleep
I am without agony
Surely if I could I would walk towards
the lightning in there
Haunted my screams as let myself go
I feel I am slipping, the cold touch my soul
Reaching my purpose with the wave of my hand
my future I set, this - with a dark celebration
People who once have crossed that path
are the paradox of regrets and search of forgiveness
They live in a silent nowhere alone
and keep their secret inside waiting
Heavy burden as heavy can be,
waiting, desperately waiting
To be set free from agony
Desperately waiting...
I see myself from a godly point of view
what I never learned, what I never knew
how is this - I am watching me
if there's a god to see my sins?
The end has come to get me
or the orb of life seem cricked
From dark came the light
When it was born, into darkness it shall return
As spoke the prophecy
Not my fault nor by my hand,
but from the compact hands of nothing
Being the wind, earth shall be cast
Woke up screaming one night in cold sweat
The words felt like burning flesh in me
So real I cowardly weakened and turned inwards
Now I write this letter, to whomever see what I write
My words are the words of something beneath
I do not say god or wicked beings
I simply say these words are not mine and they are true
People who once have crossed that path
are the paradox of regrets and search of forgiveness
They live in a silent nowhere alone
and keep their secret inside
Written in parts like a play
this is the mysteries of the darkness
in your soul, the abyss you hide
L'obsidienne est une roche de couleur noire et son aspect vitreux absorbe le regard ; mais sous la lumière, elle produit de magnifiques reflets arcs-en-ciel. C'est ce degré de magnificence qu'Obsidian Tongue vise dans A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time. Si la production est toujours rugueuse, le duo américain met l'accent sur les mélodies, plus profondes et mélancoliques. Progressives, les pistes se rallongent et se condensent. Un bel opus qui frôle, sans l'atteindre encore, la perfection ! Jordan Vauvert
Faire passer le black par un équipement daté pour rendre le son brut de décoffrage, j'ai longtemps pensé que c'était Staurophagia le maître en la matière mais Obsidian Tongue l'a fait avant lui et tout aussi bien dans son premier opus, Volume I: Subradiant Architecture. On se retrouve ainsi avec un black metal qui rend hommage à l'école norvégienne, entre poésie ésotérique ("Approaching the Well", "It Dangles from the Bones") et guitares furieuses, mais il est aussi très moderne. Un bon album ! Jordan Vauvert