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CHAPTERS:
00:00 — Four Walls Of Lament
01:02 — Feverish Dreams & Echoes
02:00 — The Hearse Leaves the Room
02:58 — Hyperion’s Field of False Colours
03:50 — Lightning In The Mind
04:48 — Corpses That Still Waltz
05:36 — Broken Feet, Soft Humming
06:28 — The Ferryman’s Call

Alissa White-Gluz showcases a depth of artistry and musical exploration in this first solo offering. The official music video for "The Room Where She Died" brings the lyrical story to life through cinematic visuals that Alissa wrote herself.

A meditation on time, grief, and the fragile weight of being alive.
This song translates existential lyrics with cinematic darkness, carried by the unmistakable voice of Alissa White-Gluz — known for her work with Arch Enemy, and philosophical introspection, this track explores memory, loss, and the shared condition of humanity.
Combining poetic lyrics, cinematic soundscapes, and emotionally intense vocals, this song blends melodic death metal, dark lyrical concepts, emotionally driven heavy music and progressive elements into a powerful meditation on existence and loss.

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I stand, lost in shadows of,
Years of lament etched into four walls.
Like a whisper,
A feverish dream.

Where only echoes respond,
I keep asking - how long?

This caravan follows a hearse,
Leaving the Room where she died.
Dying begins at birth.
To suffer is the way of our kind.

Let lies sit like baskets of,
Flowers in bloom,
Colours bright and false.
She will dance on Hyperion’s field.

Where I’m still wondering why,
She hit her head on the sky?

To be alive is only to acknowledge time as it is.
Do you remember the feeling of being alive with lightning in your mind?
Sinners and saints join the broken and brave in this memory plane.
We’re all the same.

Cold are your nights.
Hours will pass as you strangle time.
Dead are your eyes.
Nevertheless all the corpses still waltz by your side.

Pain walks on broken feet.
A broken heart keeps the beat.
Still she hums softly.

Looking through cloudy window panes,
Without moving for ever and a day.
Then the light comes to greet her face,
And brush the dust from her broken brain.

Eyes say what the voice cannot.
Is this where it ends?
Here, our paths must part.
Just a helpless spectator, am I.

And I keep questioning “god”,
To drown out the ferryman’s calls.

Vocals performed, recorded and written by Alissa White-Gluz
Music by Oliver Palotai
Drums by Alex Landenburg
Video script by Alissa White-Gluz
Video by iCode