Sonorous Odium, My Band.
http://www.sonorous-odium.ca





Again we vowed not to hold sacred
But to damn that hollow gaze
Unsteady on these shorelines
Mute to an unthought scream
Another word fell silent
Like the static in their eyes
Against all fleeing logic
We let our minds go
Blank

A thought to infect you
An idea to perfect you

A flesh to restrain you
No heart to forgive you


Music is my life. It is the only thing in which trust can be unwaiveringly allocated, the only thing that will never offend or betray, the only thing that can be nothing but true. Every day I learn again and again the only fools place their faith in humanity. Only fools ignore the constants and trust the words of a waivering, inconsistant mind...only a fool trusts himself. To man, even the barest truth is subject to their own lies. These are the lies that compose their reality, and my lie is the absence of reality. All I have is a dream, and this dream is music, the bringer of happiness and the destroyer of all the things that I seek refuge from, numbing the pain of nonexistance. But, perhaps, there is something in this long absent reality that I live for? Or is it merely another lie in my soul, passed from my earliest fathers...to drink from the poison well...the blackest well....to walk through through the flowers one more time...to taste of the suicide...am I losing faith or realizing reality? Or is it both? I can no longer tell. Am I a fool? I know I am. You need not tell me, for I know this much. Which part of me is the fool always remains to be further learned, as the human poisons of hypocrisy and self-illusion leech through even my own skin to advance their drastic interception of my mortal mind on it's ever winding path to self-defined perfection.

I will not serve henceforth.

Dark Tranquillity

Eternal Tears of Sorrow--Draconian--Shape of Despair--Quo Vadis--Skyfire--Nevermore--Hypocrisy


Opeth

Behemoth--Strapping Young Lad--Amon Amarth--Arch Enemy--Appocalyptica--At the Gates