Drudkh - Glare Of Autumn 

I absolutely love this album and this song.

There is an insightful story to every sound. It starts with an innocently calming harp engendering a facade of warmth and serenity, it then transitions in the most brutal of ways into a spearhead of shaking riffs and everything, yes everything starts to crumble and bifurcate, a myriad of leaves are suddenly falling from without to this invasive melody, there is nothing that can be done to stop its septic suffusion in the woods, humming every corner with the voice of autumn soul. Right in the middle of the wreckage, it starts to mimic the feelings of escape and post-chaos peace, those soothing heavenly sounds of the harp are heedlessly resurfacing again but with a hollowed out sense of calmness, the harp sounds start to have a disturbing feeling of delusions to them heralding the upcoming danger, sounds from remaining wrecked fragments of the harp concomitant to guttural riffs lurking in the distance, hopes are emerged out of the blue nonetheless, but alas! For they are quickly hammered down beneath the barren grounds, for those merciless riffs to come again and eclipse the harp's soul in forgotten darkness, to rule again triumphantly. It only truly ends when the time is right; it only ends when it ensures that everything is utterly torn asunder, an irreversible demolishment is etched on these coarse trunks, a dreary silence is haunting these helpless boughs, a peculiarly fruitful blossoming unfolds into and out of sterile lands, tinged with sounds of wisdom; lessons taught by the rainfall, the best teacher of all. That's the glare of autumn for those who want to taste its venom and speak its language.

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