This album is a vision of the future world. Preamble to an end of century
that quickens, countdown in decresendo for the next millenium... Gloomy
and violent images of a shared wrath. Five men hoisted up on the roof of
the world, five men risen up against all.|
Alone, hated, but still alive! With its "last stone" Misanthrope has parted
the bars of its "ivory tower", this cage of crystal where we willingly
barricaded ourselves. Giving to today a taste of deliverance, a second
era, a new wind to the writting of our scores. These deep
musical scars that the teasing evil enjoys ploughing.
Looking for the helplessness of tomorrow, the sterility as well as the gift
of life; our futile imposture of creative obscession is nothing. Only the
void in the throbing wait to finally find you again, untamed and still
You are different, you, the confident, you, our intimate; listening
to this dark album. Visionary of deceit, not futurist but soothsayer. For you
we outline in black our futile initiation ascension towards impermanence and
Error remains the certainty of hope.
Note: Ce texte est une traduction de l'introduction
originale en français
qui se trouve dans le livret de "Visionnaire".