As Daylight Dies

The Arms of Sorrow

My Curse

Holy Diver

The End of Heartache

Above it all — eSTRANGEd couSINs

A dirge that breathes through ruin. Above it all is a monolithic descent into grief rendered as sound — a doom/sludge requiem tuned to Drop C and built from the wreckage of loss. Guitars crawl like rusted machinery, each chord dragging gravel and bone, soaked in tube burn and the hum of dying amps. Bass coils beneath it, slow and tectonic, shaking the floorboards with a growl that feels alive. Drums hit like falling masonry — every snare a collapse, every cymbal a hiss of dust rising.

The voice — fractured, human, and haunted — cuts through the density with raw, flesh-torn resonance. There are no choruses here, no verses to cling to. Just the pulse of grief repeating, reforming, eroding itself. The track expands like smoke inside a sealed room: crushing, meditative, unmerciful.

eSTRANGEd couSINs summon the weight of Electric Wizard, YOB, and Conan, but with something lonelier threading the cracks — the sound of loss that refuses to die. Above it all isn’t about transcendence. It’s about what you hear when the collapse finally stops echoing, and you realize you’re still breathing beneath it.

The End of Heartache

Killswitch Engage