On the other side of the rope
This is the right time, on the right side
One of these nights when lights are long gone
From burning
No flame what so ever, her mind already passed
Sorrow, you’ll know her now when she’s dead
Constance Willow
Look at one of her paintings; green and flowered
Leave no impression of the woman smiling beside
Many days and nights saw the hell she caused to herself
At first I thought the blood once released would heal me
like addiction repeating the same procedures
medicating her illness since she was fragile and little
no one considered her alive or even breathing the same air?
Constance willow she passed away
Drowned in a lake of sorrow before she drowned herself
in a lake by the forest
Now haunted
At first I thought the blood once released would heal me
Like addiction repeating the same procedures
Envenomed by the herbs she suffer even more
Gaining the final courage to commit her deeds
In life she molested strangers she found
As a child her father made her do the most terrible things
And so she became familiar with torture and pain
Customized a technique of her own, but she later called it medicine
Born a bastard in a family of four, she was the outcast - condemned to wander
Little did they know of her faith when they left her cradle in the night
By the clearing called devils wrath, somewhere deep in the forest where one doesn't wander
That night's spirit gathered - Constance Willow
In death and life with her destiny sealed, she grew up not knowing why she did what she did
But when she found out that is when she let life go, unfortunately to evil
Constance willow she passed away
Drowned in sorrow she drowned herself
Now haunted
At first I thought the blood once released would heal me
Like addiction repeating the same procedures
supported by 8 fans who also own “Constance Willow”
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
supported by 7 fans who also own “Constance Willow”
NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert