Advent Of Insanity

Considering the music on ‘Dreamweaver’ is a progression and not a radical departure from the first album, does Martin consider his, ahem, distinctive, barked vocals, which atmospherically tint to the hard and heavier side of the band, might constrict the group if they ever decided to branch out into more subdued offerings? His reaction surprised me.

Martin: “Too late we already have! The one track that is drastically different on the new album is called ‘Advent of Insanity’ which is a two minute acoustic with yours truly SINGING over the top of it!

Even if I do say so myself I was truly amazed at how good it does sound, sort of like Aled Jones meets thrash, but then I have always wanted to do more melodic things with my voice, which you called distinctive, but at times I’d be the first to admit it can sound bloody awful! Thrash vocalists all seem to be indulging in the same sort of thing at the moment, treading the same path, and Sabbat musically will never do that so I had to be prepared to start widening my range to accommodate the inevitable expansion. Previously people either hated my voice or loved it, there was no midway point, and it’ll be interesting to see how they react to ‘Advent of Insanity’!”

“Brand the priest decides to accept the quest and he sets sail for the south of England, around the coastline. This song is about his thought during the journey, thinking what he’s left behind and the perils that face him in the future…Did he do the right thing?”




A sea breeze whispers softly
it’s song echoes through your mind,
leaves you thinking of tomorrow
and the life you left behind.
Come turn your head to face the
wind that fills enchanted sails,
and drives you to your destiny
as silent sirens wail. –

A sad lament for travellers
held in the hands of fate,
your future stands upon the prow –
your past drowns in the wake.
What chance is here for sanity
when madness takes the helm,
and steers you on a downward
spiral to his lonely realm?

Watch the night-sky-seagulls fly
and in the heavens play.
Yet even angels stoop and still
pick nothing up they say.
There are things far more sinister
that haunt the midnight air,
the sirens serenade a warning
telling you:-

“Beware – the waves upon the water
are like ripples in your mind,
and the shadows cast by nature
show the future you may find.
As rivers flow because they know
that they must join the sea –
thus you will be carried on to
meet your destiny.”