The Black - Fan Book
A handcrafted book containing illustrations and poetry for each track of @imminenceswe record, created as a work of passion and handed over as a token of gratitude during their current tour.
Read it here: https://t.co/pkkNE2oGRI
From Germany with love.
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Ah... the perfect species, so hauntingly divine,
Faceless and spineless, praying to a blood-soaked shrine,
Bend and twist until reality fits your mold,
The heaven is calling but your souls have already been sold.
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The angels hum an ancient melody,
To them an ode, to us an elegy,
Carelessly bathing in the demise of their kind,
Blood and water are the same to the blind.
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Love cannot be bought, love is created and shared. And so I created this artwork for Lorna Shore and shared it with the band in the form of postcards and small messages during today's signing session.
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The clouds are burning, humanity reached its dusk,
Leaving broken promises, ripping any soul left out of the husk,
Now the moon is watching, laughing at our wish for a new dawn,
Destined to fall, the only hope left to escape this hell is gone.
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Another era bygone, so much to rethink,
Rejected by both life and death, a warning carved in stone:
Trust is a ship unable to swim, destined to sink,
And so I keep bleeding... bleeding on my own.
- Everbloom -
Sweet child, the pilgrimage has come to its end,
A test of willpower and finesse, where much time was spend,
Your body wrapped in silk, your heartbeat tied to a song,
Echoing through Pharloom, so the lives of thousands prolong.
Tombs
A tomb is like a home. And so I tried to find my tomb. Yet another journal, containing the hope and despair of existence. Wandering thoughts not leading anywhere but back to the beginning.
No one can escape this cycle.
Experience it on my website.
https://t.co/dxYFuqjnSm
[Signs]
Life is not for everyone...
Not meant to ever see the light of the world.
Yet, somehow, the time feels right.
A journal, an escape, a silent scream of a dying mind, which despite all odds survived.
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- Fleeting -
Why do I keep going? What is that inner spark?
Trying to grasp myself, but only reaching the dark...
Piece by piece, I burn away... leaving something behind.
Will someone take these fragments? Restore my broken mind?
- Broken -
Why... why am I losing control?
Bygone missteps forever scarred my soul...
I don't want to feel it... the past's cold touch...
Make it stop... it's too much, it's all too much!
Endlessly repressed pain... suddenly set free...
We all are slaves to our memory.
- Undertow -
Hating myself... the inner abyss unveiled...
Couldn't do anything...
Will never condone...
Rip flesh from bone...
Stop the suffering...
The only cure is the end... I failed.
- Wolf & Hawk -
Three years ago Miura passed away but his legacy is here to stay. Here's a small tribute to commemorate him and the things he gave us.
Much has changed since then - we've lost, we've moved on, we've grown. Keep struggling.
Thank you, Miura.
#BERSERK
- String -
Hanging by a thread, barely holding on,
infest my thoughts... consume... until they're gone,
feed... control... let me be your meal...
what I perceive... is it truly real?
- Descend -
The chasm... the maw... devouring the flame...
Nothing... everything... it's all the same...
A cold grip... drag... burn... slit...
I'm fading... I want to scream... I'm losing it...
The void is calling... I can't fight...
I dwell in the deep and long for light.
- The Black -
The pieces are united, the search comes to an end,
opening a door, the sounds of a new chapter will transcend,
strings screaming through the darkness, creating dissonance,
blood freezing, heart beating - the feelings of Imminence.
From Germany to Sweden with love
- Hollow -
Heading forward without making progress,
every step empty, every move meaningless,
but the pull of time is indifferent... freeing...
for I am a waste of effort - a waste of being.
- Fading -
Sprouted from odd ground, facing existence together,
taking all the pain, one can't last forever,
fleeting... getting cold... don't leave me alone....
the whispers... the darkness... I can't do this on my own.
- Rotten -
The waking mind slowly torn apart, leaving a lifeless shell,
parasitic shackles from within - such a benumbing hell,
raging doubts... paralysing... making every moment miserable and rough,
I want it to stop... I am never enough.
- Rest -
"What is this? A small sprite - oh, so delicate and pure...
Do you really want to approach this marred soul? Are you sure?
My mere presence is tainting, keep your distance!"
"We are holding together while falling apart... this is coexistence."