“Looking through the mirrors of the inner self, I found a crawling void, slowly devouring my organs and leaving behind only emptiness. Then I knew, that all that existed, was merely a lie. Life was just the embodiment of pain and misery.
And only then, I looked for a way out, a zeal for quietus…”
This is the first album of Désespéré, the diary of a shattered mind, a wounded soul, lost in the darkness…
Ardawahisht Kollective 