More songs by Basta
Description
The red disc of the sun falls below the horizon as if someone had pulled the last warm stroke from the picture of the day. The city dons a mourning suit, darkness thickens in the corners, and somewhere out there, blood, war, good, and evil are tangled into one endless knot. It sounds heavy, gloomy, but there is beauty in this heaviness: the cracks in the world glow like veins, and even if everything falls apart, the night knows how to bring dawn. The music is such that it seems as if the air itself is vibrating: thick, dark, but with the promise that morning will still dawn.