Upon listening to D’Monique Velsmord, one is caressed by atmospheric waves of isolation, synchronized with death rattling drones against the static silence; like that of a heart beating in despair... Echoes of a funeral ever since departed illuminate a somber spectrum of loneliness, exhuming obscured madness in a frenzy of wailing cries.

Drones of anguish with bleak undertones of death pierce through the remnants of mania: an empty void liberating forgotten grief to entomb the listener in an aching trance, to reminisce in sorrow. Death knells chiming in ghostly echoes evoke a state of suspended gloom; the funeral chants on in desolation while those in mourning have transcended into decadent putrescence. A lingering death in the void evokes a lust for slumber in oblivion, blissful catatonia…

Turmoil erupts in tormenting ripples, enshrouding the quiescence in rage: compelling the psyche to writhe in agony as demonic cackles kindle forsaken atrocities from the depths of a murderous soul. Murmurs of death immerge in gloom, easing the transient madness, evoking tranquility into the dreary void. Akin to weeping the last tear, moribund gasps sustain the bane of existence, while madness haunts the unconscious in slumber.

D’Monique Velsmord embodies the essence of grief, a melancholic funeral dirge embracing the bleeding hues of emotion in isolation; the serenity in solitude…