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Hails Jussi. FOTL is a favorite act for sure. We're musicians, and were always amazed at the mix of talent on every instrument, the prominence given each, the etherealness of the keys, your guitar work is maddeningly enchanting...like a private concert in a deep wilderness peak....I miss the added unique touch of Tuomas' voice...but this is welcome, my brother,...love from USA!

AWESOME!!!!!

what a discovery!! when is this coming to spotify? can't wait!!

Very cool album, thanks again. I haven't seen anyone making a list matching the songs from the album to the demos so for those interested: Fires of Demise - demo #4 These Chambers Deep - demo #20 Unveiling the Spirit - demo #2 Wine Within - demo #6 A Serene Song - demo #21 Rain of Ash - demo #19 The Crescendo of Art - demo #11 Fallen [Garden of Delights] - demo #5 Sinner's Rebellion - A totally new song

Your writing is so distinctive, I love it so much.

demo 15 or 20 :) i cant thank you enough for this...

I think this is probably my favourite Fall of the Leafe song. It kinda neatly captures all the things that made your band so special, the not-so-direct approach in the song structure, cool riffs all around, those subtle basslines and synths in the background and of course the great work of Tuomas with the vocals and lyrics. The "tone shift" at the 3:10 mark is really cool, absolutely love that part. Maybe some of the Volvere songs, like "Songs from the Second Floor" or "Big Ol' Fat Rain Inside" might've shined a bit brighter with the guitar sound of Vantage, but this song here definitely works really well with the way it sounds like on the album.

que faclidad para el señor jussi y compañia para crear esta inmensa musica, gracias por todo y que siga encendida la flama,,,....salud,,,....

este comentario vale oro y la rola vale massssssssssssssss,,,....salud,,,...

Love you, I finally waited for new magic, Ukraine with you.

Would love to hear this one as a final product..

Great music from fantastic musicians 🙌🏻 Greetings from Paraguay.

relajante, melodico , demasiada harmonia, cambios perfectos, sobrados de tecnica, bla, bla ,bla,,,,...salud,,,...

Very underrated lads...Tuomas and Jussi are just impeccable...

Wait, Stone and Sure. Stellar..As Always!!

Congratulations boys! the progressive taste makes this work some more proffesional, from experienced musicians like you. Was something gratefull and unexpected

Our mother is always a treasure... listened mid of the track without reading your comment, so I couldn't understand why this composition was so low... Now I know and analyzing the whole song, is a beautiful gift to her, with every nuance in it.

That heavy intro! Uff...

Great to hear you guys playing music together again. Some familiar tunes and developments, but also some new things mixed in. This song is definitely my favourite one from this EP.

I´m very happy cause i hear once again Tuomas voice and Jussi sound. Cheers from México!

I agree!

As an old time Fall of the Leaf fan I'm so glad to hear these songs!

Love that one too!

A great song, in finnish... and that magnificent, beautiful voice... just perfect! Kiitos!

Very happy to hear those vocals again. Singing in Finnish is a nice touch!

Nice one.

Most excellent.

Always a good day when my favorite musicians release new music.

Brilliant.

Thank you man… really. You mean so much to me. I love everything youve put out and all of it is keeping pushing me forward

Such a shame. I wish i was there with you at that time, we would definitely bring unreleased demos to fruition or at least i like to think that

Osanotot

Lämpimiä muistoja äidistäsi ❤

Jussi. Hope you remember me. Still enjoy every your tune. Just let me know when you're ready to come bac kto north!

I offer my condolences. May your mother rest in peace. We are grateful to her for bringing such a wonderful person and musician like you into the world.

My condolences.

One of my lyrics: "all sons must bury their fathers, stand idle by their graves " Same goes for mothers. Very hard to talk about it, but music is the best way to process all this.

❤

Yks parhaimpia biisei

I'm obsessed with Tuomas voice...and this is great, now lets wait

este guitarrista es posedor de mas riffs de este poderoso genero , record guiness, melodic metal . para siempre,,,,salud amigo jussi,,,...

estos musicos plasman inmensa calidad y me siento agraciado,,,salud,,,,,

Any Number of Hours What you could do and no-one would ever see, is to change the order of these days. The sun would continue rise in the East, the sun would continue to set in the West. Would any number of hours of wait make reality melt away? Would any number of words now said, make riddles of life unlocked? Having made your rounds in the paradise Sunday. Looked at the clock again. Couldn’t come up with a single wish that would change the course of things. Having learned no thing, life like a river would flow into the sea. A fragment of speech that no-one would ever hear , about shaking the order of things. We would be speaking in a low voice We would be speaking about nothingness. Would any number of hours of wait make reality melt away? Would any number of words now said, make riddles of life unlocked?

Any Number of Hours What you could do and no-one would ever see, is to change the order of these days. The sun would continue rise in the East, the sun would continue to set in the West. Would any number of hours of wait make reality melt away? Would any number of words now said, make riddles of life unlocked? Having made your rounds in the paradise Sunday. Looked at the clock again. Couldn’t come up with a single wish that would change the course of things. Having learned no thing, life like a river would flow into the sea. A fragment of speech that no-one would ever hear , about shaking the order of things. We would be speaking in a low voice We would be speaking about nothingness. Would any number of hours of wait make reality melt away? Would any number of words now said, make riddles of life unlocked?

Jackal Hearts How did we ever create this beast. How did we ever cast the spells and lose control of the powers? How does it feel - the Sorcerer , at the face of the netherworld he’s conjured like here? At the last barricade taken When we saw the last defenders gunned down With our sober senses we could see it well How little hatred was shown At the last barricade taken Where we saw the last defenders gunned down Disguised our finest jackals into shepherds. Had the herds divided and grazing lands that we dried out. Turned machines into wolves. And let them devour each other. With our sober senses they could see it well How far our jackals would go At the last barricade taken Where we saw the last defenders gunned down Where do we sleep? Where do we hide? How do we live? How do we breathe? How do we guise the Jackal’s Heart?

The Peacemaker’s Lament Beams at of headlights at the nightwatch. There were no stars and the air felt like rain. I could find no content in the lost cause . Endure. Stand and suffer, under the laws of the land. Who. Who would in the face of fear just fail? Like me. For my everlasting regret …I took sides.

The Summer which She Gave to Herself This revolution - much less profound Much less serious than we - it’s followers But now , here, at the break of the day The entrance here, the door to your room absorbed all the courage in me . I swear the sky was cloudless all the summer long which she gave to herself. But now here at the break of the day , the door to your room absorbed all courage in me. Drained all the possible words to say. Made them all visible in me.

Down at the Valley I felt the driving rain here at the valley of the world. I am none of the things that flow past me in the great river of life. I howled back at the valley , and it howled back: “You haven’t any place in the world until you make one.” The hounds lowered their heads against wind. They claimed our sun as they own, and closed out the first light of day . And the curse of what is really so uneasy. I howled down at the valley. “You haven’t any place in the world until you make one.” No design will grow forever, here, in the valley of the world And the kings who tried, we drowned in the river. They howled back at the valley , and it howled back “You haven’t any place in the world, but this one.”

Retreat Even a month ago, given a day or two of peace, I might have found my way back from this ruin in silence. A retreat of sound where the insulation is missing . Where it burns and my mouth strikes back with a tearful curse. There comes a moment when nice names are given to wrongs. There’s rumours of men, who gave nice names to wrongs. Signalling to run like hell, as I orbit nowhere near the ways , that serve as streets. Where shadows go the wrong way.

They howled down at the valley. And it howled back: You haven't any place in the world until make one. The hounds they lowered their heads against the wind.