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Heretoir - Season Of Grief (Official Video)

«Solastalgia»: A deafening melancholy for a world vanishing right beneath our feet.

This album is an honest look at an era where progress has become a voracious mechanism, devouring the pristine beauty of forests and mountains. While lungs of concrete exhale smog, the music captures the fragility of human will, caught in a vice between indifference and the realization of collapse.

The author’s vision is filled with the icy light of distant stars and the grayness of ashen rains. Here, alienation becomes the only refuge, and voluntary solitude in the winter twilight is a way to preserve the remnants of a wild, defiant soul.

A bitter sense of losing a home that still physically exists, yet has changed beyond hope, runs like a red thread through every word. It is an attempt to find solace in the embrace of the night, as familiar meanings drown in the dark waters of history, and the only fire flickers deep within the heart of December.

The album explores the profound emotional bond between humans and a shifting ecosystem, transforming ecological anxiety into the high poetry of decay. Learn more…

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Season of Grief

At this bleak moment
in the history of the earth,
what would not be
a waste of time?

We're neck deep in the water.
Will there be stories left to tell?
Give me the warmth of hell
so I can feel myself.

We belong to the netherworld
and I'll be nothing,
you will be nothing.
Hear me calling,
I'm calling your name.
This world is dying.
This is a season of grief!

I retreat
to hibernate.
I choose
withdrawal.

Not with cynicism
but with a questing mind.
Not with cynicism
but with a questing mind.

Hear me calling,
I'm calling your name.
This world is dying.
This is a season of grief!

I watch the nightsky
and the moonlit mountain range.
I pity those
who never learned to see the earth.

Progress is not my god!
And you cannot kill what is wild.

I will enjoy the friendship of the seasons
and start to live,
to own my life.

You cannot kill what is wild!

Hear me calling,
I'm calling your name.
This world is dying.
This is a season of grief
...of grief!
Season of grief!

The machines are marching on
devouring all beauty.
Yet I stand strong.
Against the grain
and the unfolding storm.

Added by: Yasnenka 6 months ago 10.01.2026
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