I've been away some time, some people may have noticed. Others maybe not.

A combination of no time, and simply forgetting to come here.

It's been almost a year since i even wrote a journal. I know why.

So, I have had time to deliberate, look over my work, get back to anyone who has spoken to me here. And i've made some life changes, and philosophical changes moreso.

I have a rash of new songs to express my new view on the world, though new isn't quite what i should be saying. Realised perhaps? These songs will have to wait though, until i pen the music for them. They will be written for my new envisioned musical endeavour, which i should say, is the first i have taken seriously since i was in highschool a billion years ago.

This project shall be named, "The Anvil ov Crom", and will sound like death. It will project my Misanthropy, and desire to see the world in flames. Kill them all.

A Few titles, along with their violent images and scores have danced on the funeral pyres of my mind. I'll list them for the sake of anyones curiousity:

Currency : Bullets
War is my Religion
Extinction
I bleed steel
There is only war
Gungnir
Peace is a Disease
For a Warrior (The only crime is cowardice)
The Mighty
And they shall know no fear
Death Rattle

And these shall be my sonnets of hate. A well read reader will notice some of these as phrases from a particular hobby of mine. Good shit that.

Ignite the very air,
Betrayal burning an Atmosphere in flames,
Ignite the very air,
This ancients last and distant virus.