Blutengel – Afterlife – synthetic cold in an autumn forest
Autumn has reached a colder, more orange-hued stage. The leaves have mostly turned yellow or fallen away. And you are like a ghost in the room. The flowers await their final hour. The air is cold. There is heavy breathing. Your shadow is your double. It is time for a new song from this gothic artist—a new beginning. Autumn is the perfect moment for it.