I was walking in complete darkness, and only my creative desire guided me, but now, between my claws sleeps quietly a nightlight. Angels can yell to death, their verbiage supposedly enlightened slip on me. The only devil here is called Human Condition and I am force to be the smart deviant who plays with the bars of his jail to make it like I want. Concepts of Heaven and Hell are nothing divine : they are human for sure and I will not bend under their yoke.

Insects. Dust lost in the nothingness of this world too big for us so small. We are nothing, and still try to justify our existence by any way whatsoever, sometimes without worrying about the damage we cause to others by what we're doing. Ridiculous and low. However, this becomes less strangulatoire and negative after learning this truth is: breakable, fragile and ephemeral, that's what we are. Contrary to what announces the chaos theory, the beating of a butterfly wing here can't provoke a tornado somewhere else. Efforts we do apply to the place of their deployment and low is the wave generated, whatever the strength of our action. Over the years my dreams have changed and my disillusionment have grown, but I still carried on my way, following my own ideas, till the creation of this album that we've produced by ourselves, because of the unreasonable of contracts offered by the labels. No, we will not be in your supermarkets, yes everything will go through us (except for digital distribution which will be on all major platforms of legal download), and no it is not now that we'll stop, many things are to come, an I can't wait to share with you their essence.