Beltez - A Grey Chill and a Whisper

Damn, can't seem to find peace and quite anywhere now a days....

Head to the hills to find some solitude, follow a crystal clear stream to a small alpine lake .....

... and out of the sky comes .......chaos.

I Can't Talk To You

Forgotten Tomb - Negative Megalomania

Uprising - II

Atlas is Sovereign

Weresoul - demons and devils always get the last laugh...

Hit the Gym, go for a hike....

Hermóðr - Forest Sky

Beauty isolated is terrible and unbearable, and the unclouded sight overkills the beholder.

His only refuge is in insignificant things, in labor that keeps the mind from thought, and in companionship that gives back to the ego some of its former virility. But he who has looked long on naked beauty may never return to the world, and though he should try, he will find its occupation empty and vain, and human intercourse purposeless and futile. Alone and lost, he must die on the altar of beauty.