You saw only the smoke.
Heard what moved beneath the ground.
Felt the heat, without knowing its origin.
On October 24, the earth tears open.
We wandered past strange stages from Flanders to the Netherlands,
but return to the place where the fire first gnawed at us.
Our temple.
Our altar.
The Crossover Music Pub
Something is breaking through.
Something that has been simmering beneath the surface for a long time.
Fueled by silence.
Shaped by fire.
Here we release our first record.
Delve band stokes the first flames.
We let them grow.
Until the air disappears.
Until the fire fills your lungs.
Until nothing remains but what had to remain.
Until now, it smoldered.
From then on, it burns.