Sephiroth takes us along on a trip to the twilight zone inbetween darkness and dawn, to forgotten cities and distant, barely remembered lands, where ancient rituals and Eastern influences meet pounding metallic poly-rhythms emanating from subterranean catacombs. Draconian Poetry arrives in the earth-tinted spectrum: the brownish soil, the corroding greyness of withering, weather-beaten ruins, and the blindingly green setting sun. Sephiroth is there to meet you, bidding you welcome at the crossroad where civilization ends and the unexplored begins; the threshold where dull reality is terminated in favor of boundless fantasy….