Well, it's the Dark Ages. Not much to do, then. Mourn the slow passage of time and the annual failure of the crops (can't blame global warming though). Lament slow existence. From the opening spiritual, soaring surge, this album presents an absolute enigma of mediaval loss. Never before when standing in the ruins of a desolate abbey, could you hear it cry out and speak of its glory and it's pain, in one, dark raven's fell swoop. The cover of this album depicts a cowled and hooded woman holding up a cut-out star against the backdrop of a crumbing edifice of a building. That's what the music sounds like. This album is an orchestral and choral masterpiece of darkness and twilight. The vocals are sublime and primordal. The music is deep, dark and supremely uplifting. A tapestry of mood and elation. Rarely will an album make its mark if you seek your own spirituality. If not, I hear the new Westlife album is....different to this.