Stepping on white road
I feel like chill’s enveloping my feet
Passing familiar faces
I rub my frozen hands
Slowly understanding
that I don't feel them any longer
Im joining the procession
of roam for beatless heart
For the fallen will, desire
Saying goodbay to my own life
Turned every days fate
This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again.
I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom. fluo