||This is like "Rainbow in the Dark" merged into "Amaranthe", so it obviously has to be my favorite song for at least a week.|
||"The Gods Speak"
||Or for four minutes, anyway, and what are weeks? Dark Sarah are the band Heidi Parviainen formed after leaving Amberian Dawn, and Amberian Dawn got a new singer and stayed awesome as well, so that's how you combat entropy.|
||Helion Prime are a science-based power-metal band. Can you really have a power-metal band that isn't based on science? Helion Prime are a self-awarely science-based power-metal band.|
||Where Oceans Collide
||I like to imagine that Dark Millennium are the band you get if you start from the faith that Celtic Frost's Cold Lake is a rough template for something great and decent that just wasn't Celtic Frost.|
||Fit For A King
||If you punch an armored wall with an armored fist, and both survive, you have the basic concept of metalcore drumming.|
||"Until We Fall"
||I guess I wouldn't want all melodic death-metal bands to try to become PassCode. Probably.|
||Smells Like Forest Spirit.|
||Crippled Black Phoenix
||"Great Escape, Pt. 1"
||Sometimes the void gazes back at you,|
||Second to Sun
||or you share a mutual regard,|
||"Midgard Serpent (Seasons of Failure)"
||The Modern Art of Setting Ablaze
||and duel for the loser's obligation to write the battlemyth,|
||"Far from Home"
||and the winner's right to stipulate its texture.|
||"Boys Got to Go"
||Some of our fightsongs are for walking in numbers on roadways,|
||"When I'm With Him"
||some for dancing in moonlit alleys in couples and truces,|
||but both of these are formulations of rebellion|
||in a displaced age.|
||The Paper Kites
||"Give Me Your Fire, Give Me Your Rain"
||Give Me Your Fire, Give Me Your Rain +1
||All of these humane songs are hamonic phrasings of any other inner life than flailing desperately at righteous opposition.|
||The longer your list of enemies becomes, the more likely it is that you yourself are on it,|
||and maybe you no longer recognize what you're become,|
||because you still think you're looking for a hero,|
||and all you actually have left is a thin shell of hair.|
||You are the collection of all the things you would joyfully lose yourself in,|
||"A un passo da te (feat. Sewit)"
||and the willingness to lose yourself is a substitution of rage for surprise.|
||You can't have a sense of rhythm if you think of each beat of your heart as a blow|
||"How Much Darker"
||from which you are repeatedly shocked to discover survivors.|
||In general, having children is usually enough to crack this narcissistic shell from inside,|
||"Hungover on a Feeling"
||but only if you have them instead of trying to own them.|
||Every coward has something they think made them brave, and usually they should have been right.|
||Character is how you cope with being wrong,|
||The Victorian Wallflowers
||and thus with being terrified and caught.|
||"Temple of the Sacred Heart"
||Temple of the Sacred Heart +1
||There are no nostalgic bullies,|
||"I Didn't Mind"
||but also no irredeemable villains;|
||"When You Were Young - triple j Like A Version"
||there is only gnawing need, hiding under arbitrary depths of however-gilded crust.|
||"Live in the Booth"
||The argument for starting with nothing is that if you have built nothing, you'll buy badly,|
||without learning to distinguish animus|
||"Akşam Sendeyiz Kraliçe"
||If you are steeped in nothing but reflexive dishonesty, and thus automatically assume the unfortunate earned their misfortune like you deserve yours,|
||"On My Way"
||you won't be able to hear the stories of their actual journeys,|
||"Bumalik Ka Na"
||and then when you find yourself lost or trapped, you won't know what to do other than bellow for a golf cart.|
||Christine and the Queens
||But these streets invite you to enter into them under your own power,|
||under the power that emanates from your heart, not your ability to make the people who sell your secrets claim they never did.|
||"Saaks viel itkee ku sattuu"
||Nobody follows the king who still hasn't realized that they are the parade,|
||who not only can't dance when watched, but won't even dance when not watched.|
||You can't claim a lodestar if you never look up,|
||or you look up but only because you never understood that space is not a promised realm moored in anticipation above your uniquely chosen head.|
||You can't have anthems of grace until you can talk to other humans like they could be you; and like you don't lose if they speak, too; and like speaking at once can have a purpose other than drowning out their hopes, or your own fears.|