We are the cawing of the crows that sit atop the leafless trees, and the morose beating of the wings of skulking vultures. We are the grandeur of the greatest cathedral and the humility it conveys. We are the storms that comfort you in your darkest hour, blotting out the hideous, mocking sun. We are the laudanum in your hand and the absinthe in your throat. We are the Immortal Orchestra. ... more