Old wounds is the first song I have written meaningful lyrics to. After my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I started coming up with lyrics, with the hopes of having a way to prepare myself for what was to come.

However, after having witnessed the ravages of the disease on both my parents, I can say that nothing in the world can prepare you for the darkness that will grow in the heart and mind. 

Despite all the rage trapped in my words, it is a song of love, love for their imprints on my soul and spirit. 

This song goes to the memory of both my mother and father. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for their guidance and love. 

The artwork is something that remains close to my heart, a spectacular representation of failure from people that never deserved our trust, and nothing else. 

Dépourvu de leur plumage dans la plus sombre des nuits,

Que la chair ardente des corbeaux illumine les Enfers.