In effigy, we'll burn hotter than the brightest suns.
Like them, distant was all that I could be.
How do we go back to a time where no one felt real loss?
How do I invert the sands?
How can I stop the passing of these grains sifting right through you?
I could make beaches from the souls that I had lost along the way.
I never meant to sever the links that made this liaison complete.
Where will they be when I come back?
Let me just say, I had never thought to leave you for dead.
I'm stranded by an island that I swam out to in hopes of supporting us all.
I become a recluse when unsure of how I will provide for the ones I love.
I could make beaches from the souls that I had lost.
There's nothing left along the way.
Will I find the soul you had lost?
I never meant to sever the links that made this liaison complete.
Where will they be when I come back?
Let me just say, I had never thought to leave you for dead.
I'm stranded by an island that I swam out to in hopes of supporting us all.
Castles made from glass start as sand-made foundations formed by my hand.
Mine's stained rose.
Glass starts as sand-made foundations formed by my hand.
Mine is stained.
Masterful production - deep, slow enough and a feast for your headphones. Inspiring arrangements and soul-searching vocal performances from a vast array of styles and voices. It's a mega-album, a world of its own. Up there with all the greats of the symph-prog genre. I just can't have enough of it. I like the balance between drama and calmness - always keeps you on your toes, gasping for more peaks and highs. Bordering on perfection - almost the best thing ever done in the progressive world. Uri Breitman
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022