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I don't think this album is worth a 9 / 10, maybe an 8 but I'm shooting more for a 7. So far, it's one of my least favorite metal related releases this year (Opeth is my least favorite by far), and that's kind of sad considering how much I loved Terria and Ocean Machine. This album just feels like a rehash of those albums though, there's not that much new. I think the new SYL might actually be better in retrospect, but I'd actually say that they are about equal. I never find myself listening to these albums unless other people want to, and that was most definitely not the case with my other Devy favorites like City, Ocean Machine, Physicist, and Terria.
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There is no category of human activity in which the dead do not outnumber the living many times over. Most beautiful children are dead. Most soldiers, most cowards. The fairest women and the most learned men--all are dead. Their bodies repose in caskets, in sarcophagi, beneath arches of rude stone, everywhere under the earth. Their spirits haunt our minds, ears pressed to the bones of our foreheads. Who can say how intently they listen as we speak, or for what word?
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