Track By Tracks: Blood Of Artemis - Fading In Silence (2025)

Album Introduction

This is not just an album. It is a mausoleum built from memories, where every song is a room haunted by the echoes of love lost, promises broken, and sanctuaries defiled. Through whispers in abandoned halls, ashes of sacred altars, and tears that carve the self into nothingness, this collection of songs captures the decay of intimacy in its rawest form.

It is a requiem for something once beautiful, now rotting, yet unforgettable. Half sung in the mother tongue of grief, half in the cursed language of longing, each track is both confession and curse. There is no salvation here, only the bitter comfort of remembering.

Track by Track

1. Echoes Through Hollow Halls:

A lament that wanders through corridors stripped of warmth, where laughter has died and shadows whisper forgotten vows. The house is abandoned, but the memories still speak - in dust, in silence, in old portraits whose eyes have lost their souls. Every line mourns a presence that lingers like a ghost etched into wood and stone. This is the sound of someone living in the ruins of love, where the only reply is silence.

2. Ruin Of Our Sanctuary:

The sacred is no longer sacred. What was once a temple of trust and intimacy is now a desecrated altar, buried under lies. Holy symbols - candles, relics, rituals - are reduced to ashes. The voice here is no longer pleading; it accuses. The collapse is total, emotional and spiritual. Where there was devotion, there is now only betrayal and a bitter realisation: love, when corrupted, becomes its own curse.

3. With Every Tear, I Fade:

The most fragile and devastating track of the album. Each tear is not just sorrow - it is erasure. The speaker is vanishing, little by little, under the weight of grief. There is no melodrama here, only a suffocating realism of emotional rot. Perfume still trapped in clothes becomes poison, and mirrors reflect a stranger. The song is a whispered self-eulogy, mourning not just a lover, but the person the speaker once was. A quiet, slow obliteration.

4. The House of the Rising Sun (bonus track):

A classic transformed into an epilogue. Following the intimate sorrow of the previous tracks, this song becomes a farewell to everything. The infamous house in New Orleans is not just a place of vice, it is a metaphor for self-destruction and inherited ruin. This version accepts its fate with grim finality. There is no redemption here, only the inevitability of returning to the place that first cursed you. A closing of the circle, with chains dragging behind.