When you feel this tension pulsating in your head, when the cold sweat is crawling through your skin, when you are struggling to inhale, you will feel despair like a sharp silver string straining and cutting through your soul. This string, this cold silver shine is what we tangled into a new full album – “While Flows the Nile”.

Roar with us, fall with us, arise with us, live our moment, and share your staining pain and anger as we share ours, while flows the Nile…

For those who say that the time heals, they will spend their last breath with all their wounds within. Wisdom is a gift of knowing pain, stained in the fatigued eyes.

Never hope, never believe, never ask. If you still believe in humanity, then be sure that you are already consumed by the parasite of the mankind. If you still need a purpose, go looking for a human, a journey that will never end.

There is no way to bribe the doom, no glory shall be taken to the other side of death. Every living soul has the time allowed to breath and exist, and when the time runs out, the soul is gone – not a single thought will be kept under the gravestone.