Even amongst a churning sea of disorienting black noise, he discerns an order to the lifeless sigils and ciphers and glyphs, revealing a story that feels improbably familiar. Aeons spent in solitude and utter dissociation may yield the discipline to rediscover the truth in a vortex of lies...but whose truth?
I don't really like black metal much. But... this is pitched far enough from the archetypes of the genre that I can actually enjoy it as the beautiful piece of progressive metal that it is. Lethologica82