Dear sadness. Dear darkness. Dear loneliness. Yeen the souls, you have captured in the wobbly mirrors of vexed paradoxical notes. Yeen call, yeen cast. Fears of the dread, fears of what was said ... reminders of a dark past, beckoning the inducements of something more vast. The Carillion masts approach the shore through the mists of the dark pianist's taunt. The beckoning goes forth, for naught we stay. The soul beckons the taunts of heartbreak - the longing for those in the past. Obscured by the bombardments, the bequestered drums; my heart beckons you ... come forth out of the shadows and into the muted schisms; for; with a heartbeat you are cast.
Laid back, slow groove, chill atmosphere. I like the unique sounds and the way they are mixed together. The rhythm fits in and finds a nice place among the atmospheric pads. A lot of different tones are uniquely arranged in this track. Lots of different parts to the arrangement.