The journey long and grand, leaving them awake at night and left to wonder what is beating at the center of this lonesome heart. Slow learning of how to let go, revealing a great bliss raging on and on all along a harrowing red blasting upon the western rise. The darkened land ahead devoured to return what was on loan anyway, this dead end, this long told story that carries us into the black until there's just love and death and nothing left to say and nothing left at all.
Artwork by Kraanvogel
Mastered by Gert Van Hoof at Cochlea Mastering
Composed and recorded during 2017-2018, photograph by Ben Van Houdt