And so we’re leaving our little moon for a New Sky. As Himalia crumbles and falls apart around us, we depart for our new home.
And so I get up, leave my room, head out onto the rooftops. I’ve done this a lot lately. A Nightwalk to calm my troubled soul.
‘What a lot of people forget is that Zephra has done this before…’
This vast lake, tranquil beneath a terminal sky. Lying, floating amidst a wash of mirrored stars, drifting peacefully as the atmosphere burns…
Everything hurts; my body feels like it’s not my own, and staring out through eyes that belong to somebody else, I see that it doesn’t look like my own, either…
It washes over me, seeping into every fibre of my being, immersing each and every atom to the point where I don’t know where I stop and it begins…
‘Floating, weightless, the pressure holding me as though it were a vice. I hung in stasis for what can only have been eternity, somewhere between sleep and death…’
‘I’d been so long in this wilderness that I thought I’d never see another soul again. One by one our tiny band had fallen apart, lost along the way or through a loss of heart, until only I remained…’
‘We woke to the sun breaking on our faces. Squinting from the brightness, we looked around to find that the desolation we’d gone to sleep amidst had vanished.’
We felt the fire before we saw it. The heat stung our eyes, grasping at our throats, suffocating us.
BMTH deserve a mountain of praise for even having the balls to do this album, never mind to have pulled it off with such finesse. It must be an incredibly fine line to walk between staying true to your own creative goals, and not alienating the people who allowed you to be in that position in the first place.
For me, a winning song is one that combines atmosphere and power to deliver the listener to an entirely new world. One that energises them, motivates them, and refreshes them.