The Empress Plague

The foul wind among this desolated area comforts the flesh. Baring nothing but bones, we are the structure of what we've become. Nothingness is what we've found, what we live for. We're two counterparts lessened by our footsteps. Beauty is among the earth where most of us don't notice the air we breathe. We beg to find oursleves and we're destroyed in her. Words we lost remember us and death defines what we strive for. The tyranny of the expected sweeps through us, invisible like the small amounts of motivation we're equipped with from birth. It was always our choice to grow and allow the ideal of fulfillment to overtake us beyond our youth and beyond our wisdom. But it doesn't come without a chase. There lies comfort there. Beyond the crash. Beyond the wreckage. Beyond the known. That's where we can become who we're meant to be. That's where we can fail. That's where we can break the cycle of failure. That's where we're meant to escape the tarnished blueprints attached to our perception of what everything truly is underneath the layers of infamy. We're in search of maps directing us to the true inspiration and peace we're all capable of discovering. And until we uncover them, we will walk around lost. Picking up the pieces until the puzzle's complete. She doesn't depend on our actions but our instincts, our devotion, our knowledge of growth and sacrifice to elevate us to the next level: Truth. Truth beyond words and gestures. Truth through music. We'll help you escape reality.
The hands of young musicians on the rise. Overturning that bland edition of re-issued listening, so we transitioned. On a mission for new truths, a new groove, a new wave influence and we grew.