A concept album from The Syncope Threshold.
Gun's fire, sirens wail, the heat of fire slowly cooks our still beating hearts inside our desolate bodies. The sound of men, women and children screaming for their lives as there being vicously murdered one by one in front of each others eyes. Humans become enraged & feed upon the living and the dead as if they have known cannabolism all their lives. A place where help is considered to be killed on sight. Submitting to the cold, to the hunger. to the evil. A place where I call home.
Lordsburg, a land which lies in ruins caused by the "War Of Values" which took place here two years ago & whats still remains as our home, as well to the refugees of war. Controlled by pure evil and sadness which still inhabits our earth, and ruled by a powerful being who we call Samoht. A fallen angel, said to have been a former servant of the Heavens, a cold, unmercifull, killer, coward if you will. One day...I will have my revenge for the pain and hatred I now have for mankind, ...my name you ask? its unimportant at the moment, although you can call me the Harlequin.
You will find yourself falling into the depths of my mind, my tranquillity, my solace. You will see everything as I see it, the way things really are. You may turn back at any moment, but take heed. You will find it difficult to return. I bid you warning, take caution & proceed slowly & endlessly.
Imagine engaging in a horde of torment & suffering, where every day is as I describe. Imagine that such a place bears no escape, where all who inhabit the land are surely doomed. Imagine a world with no bounds, no limits, no evil, no good, Imagine a world...of illusion."
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