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Hate - Bellum Regiis - Album Review

I haven’t slept since Tuesday and just spent four hours sharpening every piece of cutlery I own. My hands won’t stop shaking. Bellum Regiis attacks you. The opening track is a brick through glass at 3 AM. Sacharczuk’s voice slithers out of the speakers like something that crawled out of a drain. My coffee cup exploded in my hands. Iphigenia shows up next. It destroys you politely. Like getting…

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Let's kick things off this morning with Dark Tranquility and the live album Where Death Is Most Alive.

[foxankor]

Atoma: We Are One

Atoma

Hold your feet to the ground To the end of our time For the rest of our lives Hold your head up high To the end of our time For the rest of our lives

I am running down the middle of the black tar-covered road.  My view is all but bleak.  The sky is almost black with rain clouds, and bolts of lightning scatter across.  Rain beats down on me as I run through the deep puddles formed in the divots in the road.  The thunder rattles through my chest, wave upon wave.  My legs are heavy, but my heart pounds relentlessly, adrenaline rushing through me like never before.  Pure fear fuels this run, but also pure love.  I love her, so fucking much.  I fucked up.  I think I'm going to lose her.  I said things I didn't mean, things that didn't reflect my love for her.  I said them in a moment of weakness, a moment of vulnerability.  It’s all a blur as she's running from me.  I feel like I can’t catch her.  The rain pours as hard as the regret flows through my aching chest.  I feel anxiety, emptiness, and more sadness than I can describe.  I lose sight of her, even though I'm running after her with everything I have.  My heart sinks.  The absence of her in my sight rips me apart, sending a quake of shivers through me.  I won't give up, however; not yet, not on her. 

I hold my head up high and keep pushing my feet harder and harder into the ground. I continue to combat the troublesome weather.  I run faster and faster until I come to a quick sliding stop.  A fork in the road lies in front of me.  One way twists left, and one way juts out to the right.  Normally, the decision of which way to go would stump anyone else.  My decision is easy, however... I know she went to the left.  She always goes to the left.  She sleeps on the left side of the bed.  She prefers the left side touched more than the right.  She tilts her head to the left when we kiss.  She always puts her book on the left-end table by the couch.  She prefers the left because she broke her right wrist skiing and got used to using her left hand more.  She undeniably went to the left.  I quickly make my decision and run down the left twine of the fork.   The path of the road turns into mud, so deep it is almost black.  It’s slick and heavy, trying to pull me down as I run.  Running is forfeit.  I trudge through deep mud for what feels like hours and hours.  My legs get heavier and heavier and I fear that I will not make it to her. I fear that I will fail her, that I will fail us.

I think of all the hard times we have made it through together; the deaths, the distance, the sicknesses, the misunderstandings, all the screaming, the anger, and all the times we went to bed mad and hurting.  I think of all the times she denied my comfort and the times when I denied hers.  I think of how we always made it through every altercation and made each other better.  All the break-up sex, make-up sex,  all the nights we stayed up talking and crying, all the nights I held her until the sun came up, all the forehead kisses, all the times she made me laugh when nobody else could, all of it fixed every broken part of each other.  I can still remember that first kiss after a fight, the rewarding feeling of us coming back to each other.  There's nothing like that kiss on this earth.  It feels like we can conquer anything.  A kiss, a hug, or a look in the eyes is usually all it takes to fix a quarrel.  No matter how hard it is, we fix it with unconditional love.  There is no “falling out” for us, no matter how much distance comes between us.  So, there is no reason why we can’t conquer this.  I won’t let her give up.  I won’t let her run away from this.  I can’t let this path keep us apart.  I still love her, I still need her. 

 The rain pours down harder and harder, drenching me and dropping my temperature.  I push and pull myself through the mud with everything that I have.  I use every powerful and monumental feeling I have ever felt for her, and it fuels me more than ever.  I finally get out of the mud pit and back onto a paved road.  The road is lined with golden and orange colored trees, reminding me that this is still home.  I run down this paved road, but I notice there are no tracks and no muddy footprints.  There is no sign of her on this path.  I get to this old cemetery, outlined with an almost ancient-looking stone fence, connecting with beautiful ironwork fencing.  I stop at the gate and lean over, taking a moment to try to catch my breath.  I stand there for a second, wondering and worrying if I took the wrong path.  If she went down the left path, she could be anywhere.  Fuck.  Maybe chasing after her is all in vain.  Maybe she doesn’t want to be found right now, and that’s why she chose the least obvious path.  Tears come to my eyes as I wonder how long we’ll be apart during this fight.  The longest we’ve been on break is only a week, but it was the hardest week of my life.  I don’t want this to be one of those times, not now, not when we’re so close to the next step of forever.  

I don’t care what the elders say that controls the actions of the last living.  I do not care if gay couples are prohibited.  I do not care if they watch us for the rest of our lives with judging eyes.  It doesn’t matter what they think is right for this dying world.  They are old and jaded.  They do not understand the meaning of love.  All they care about is populating the colony on Mars, not the happiness of the already living.  They do not care that we’ve been together for thirty years, happily, and have not asked anything of them the entirety of our lives.  We live alone.  We grow our food.  We follow all of their laws, rules, and ordinances to the final detail, but we refuse to leave.  We refuse to leave our homes, break up, and “mate” with others.  The elders’ sick ways of preservation are outdated, unnecessary, inappropriate, and cruel.  I refuse to let them break us apart.  I refuse to let them stop our marriage.  I will fight for her, I will fight for us until the end.  They can chase us, they can hate us, they can try to tear us apart, but I won’t let them.   If she still wants us and wants our marriage, then nothing can stop us.  We decide our fate, not them.  I just hope that I am not the one who breaks us apart.

I stand at the gate, completely lost in thought as reality seems to blur.  I have no idea where to go or what to do.  I haven’t felt this lost since before I met her.  It’s fucking terrifying.  It feels like my existence is null.  It feels like I will just fade away and disappear without her.  I fucked up monumentally, and I don’t even remember exactly what I said.  I don’t even remember what I said to hurt her or why.  Why would I say something bad enough to make her run away from me?  There’s no good reason and there’s no excuse.  I refuse to accept the fact that words alone could break us.  No matter how long this takes, I will fix it.  I will try with everything I have to erase those words from our history because our story is so much greater than the fights.  I know I won’t lose her. For once in my life I believe something irrevocably.  For once my self-confidence doesn’t hinder my trust or faith that someone loves me.  I know I fucked up again and I know I was wrong, but god that doesn’t change the fucking immensely deep love we feel for each other.  That doesn’t take away our first kiss.  It doesn’t take away the first time we made love in the hotel room.  It doesn’t take away the first night she slept in my arms.  It doesn’t take away all the times I made her laugh when no one else could.  It doesn’t take away our love, our goofy, our deep, our unwavering, our fun and exciting, our adventurous, our universe-shattering love.  Nothing can, and nothing ever will.

I lift my head high again, letting all that passion rush back through me.  I look at the darkened skies, finding comfort in knowing she’s looking upon them too.  I feel determination, just as I did before the first time I told her I loved her.  My eyes peer across the cemetery, and I see another road leading from the other end of it.  My stride of determination takes me across the creepy cemetery, ravens circling and cawing above my head.  I finally walk out the other gate and onto the other path. The path follows into a group of trees, to a meadow where only a few flowers still survive in the fall.  I walk out into the middle of the meadow as the rain falls diagonally, the wind picking up exponentially.  Of course, where else would I find her than here?  Of course, she took the opposite path that I did.  Yet, we still end up in the same place, a perfect metaphor for everything we’ve been through together.  I walk up to her, and as she turns around, we both start crying.  We lunge at each other and pull each other into a really tight hug.  The way she hugs me has always been tight, even from the beginning, but this hug is like all of our first hugs combined.  We’re both probably freezing cold in this fall rain, but we manage to warm each other up slightly.  She feels like home, she smells like home. God, she is my home.

  “I am so sorry I hurt you,” I say, even though I don’t remember what I did or said.  It doesn’t matter what I did or said, just that I  hurt her in the first place.  I pull her tighter against me and tuck my head into her neck.

  “I am so sorry I ran from you like that.....  I went to the right...  I hoped you would catch up to me in the middle.”

  “I went to the left, because you always go to the left,” I say.  We pull away and look at each other.

  She cups my face, stroking my cheek as she stares at me, “I went to the right because you always sleep on the right side of the bed.”

  “We went different ways for each other,” I look into her eyes.

  She laughs a little, “But we met in the middle...”

  “Holy fuck, that’s poetic...  God, I love you, so fucking much..”

  She rests her forehead on mine, “I love you too, so fucking much.  No more fighting...”

  “No more, I agree, Charly...  Let’s go home.  It’s freezing out here.”

  “Not yet,” she says as she wraps both of her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine.  We kiss in the rain, deeply, much like our first kiss in the rain.  All the pain, the anxiety, the doubt, and the fear are erased upon this kiss, just as it always does.  Nothing else matters but this kiss at this very moment.  It seems to last forever, even longer than our first kiss, even longer than the kiss after two months of touring.  The rain keeps pouring over us, and we do not care.  The world just fades away and all that exists is each other.  From this kiss on, I can’t promise I won’t hurt her again.  I can’t promise my stupid insecurities won’t creep back up.  I can’t promise eternity will be easy together.  The only thing I can promise is, I will love this woman unconditionally until the sun swallows this earth.  We are undividable.  We are inseparable.  We are Atoma.

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THE HALO EFFECT - New Album 'March Of The Unheard' Out Now!

The pioneers of melodic death metal are back, and they’re ready to redefine the genre they helped create. THE HALO EFFECT, a band formed by some of the most iconic names in the Gothenburg metal scene, today proudly announces the release of their highly anticipated new album, March Of The Unheard. Continue reading THE HALO EFFECT – New Album ‘March Of The Unheard’ Out Now!

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The new Dark Tranquility record is okay.

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Dark Tranquility και Moonspell μαζί σε Αθήνα και Θεσσαλονίκη

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DARK TRANQUILLITY – Not Nothing (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Century Media Records

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In the forest

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Mystic Festival 2025: Changes in program, a different kind of heaviness

With so many bands and the festival being planned months in advance, changes are inevitable. This year Sun Dont Shine, Necrot, and Health will not be able to come to Gdansk. The first two bands canceled all their participation in European festivals, while Health had to reschedule their trip to Europe.“Unfortunately, we’ve encountered significant logistical complications beyond our control that…

[learnelle]

Unpopular opinion but I’m delighted that Paris is starting to look more like this -> 🍂☕️📚🕯️ and less like -> 🏅☀️👫🗣️

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Alfred's new ward making sure everyone is having great day during their day off from crime whether they want to or not.

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Damian knew from day one of meeting alfred's new ward that he was going to be trouble..

He may have been stalking the kid doing alfred's work while alfred sat down in a comfy couch with a plate of fresh jasmine tea, his prescription medince bottle at ready and a raspberry strudel to nibble on.

He ain't going to replace his favorite Butler, not now, not ever. So Damian got Tim and Dick to help sabotage this heathen from taking over...Not knowing this kid was expecting their over the top sabotages. They tried scaring him with Titus but the little traitor lay there on his back getting belly rubs like it was heaven itself.

Changing the plumbing in his shower to freezing cold, but he walk out there refreshed. Tim trying to look of anything to blackmail him only for the batcomputer to go off the frizz with a virus.

Alfred did make sure to have his work sort out alphabetical because he is the Glue that keep these Wayne Manor going and everyone living in it not because caveman style creatures of the night.

Danny made sure Bruce didn't escape to his batcave on his supposed day off after 96 hours without sleep and spite driven nature, and don't even come with Justice never sleep excuses is going to run by him. He got Alfred's speical Bruce's tranquilizer gun at ready and he is not hesitating to shot you Bruce.

He does kept Tim from overdoing with the coffee addiction, giving him a better offer of coffee as long as he goes to sleep. Dick will still talk about Saturday night when Tim tries to sneak out to do some more investigating in the batcave only to see Danny dragged a unconscious Tim back to his room, a two tranquilizers to the back and one of his arm, though he didn't mention the Danny's glowing cat light green eyes that shine in the dark.

Danny's funny puns neon ghost stickers made dick's days, every morning as he goes to get his lunch, and he really want to know where he get them from.

Danny did actually helped a lot with the Wayne Manor as it never been cleaner before, Jason visited one time even mentioned that the chandelier never feel so clean to hang on from, not a speck of dust on it.

Damian getting a new animals book/documentaries, a new knifes for the collection or art supplies that match his demands in a way that keep his stabby nature at sate and bay for now.

Barb, Cass and Duke are amused by the fact that Bruce, Tim and Damian are having a little mid crisis that danny making them have day off on certain days such as holidays.

All this free time actually had alfred's going back to old hobbies that were nearly long forgotten such as conversations with old dear friends, practicing his old shooting skills, and having well deserved rest. Once his arm was healed, he stil did his duty along side with Danny as it was much quicker to do together as two people at hand.

What they will probably find out later on in the future that danny is actually Bruce's great grand uncle from his older sister side, and that he had disappeared when he was 20 years old in a old spooky town that vanished and still on today uneXplained series after his great grandmother moved to gotham. (But that another story for next post)

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the sound of the waves