Genre:  Raw Black Metal

01 Intro
02 Burning
03 In the Falling Snow
04 These Cold Desires
05 All Alone and Dead
06 Dreamscapes
07 Acid Lights
08 The Lost Man
09 Our Children Die
10 Outro

I Shalt Become, a one-man project from Illinois, came seemingly in the dark, overnight like the plagues of Egypt.  Unnoticed, I Shalt Become sat in darkness in Illinois over the years.  He sat there for a decade, letting the sands of time waste away his soul, waste away the flesh into the darkness that consumed all around him until 2008 came.  With the year 2008 came In the Falling Snow, a mere whisper in the in the wind of the bleak history of the band.  This release fell as a pebbled stone in the glass of sand, a sparse reminder that this hateful spirit still exists, and that while there is no reason to this existence, the pain still exists, and thus so must he in this complicated reality.

The music offered by this entity is about as bleak as it comes.  The pain doesn't show itself as an emotion.  This is neither depressive nor hateful black metal, it is simply existence without color.  Desolate, dusty and grey, In the Falling Snow is destruction upon itself.  Apart from the emotionless and lifeless music, the lyrics are demented in a fairly cryptic way.  These Cold Desires, for instance, as short as the lyrics are, ends with the sentence “The pretty ribbons...tied around her neck...”  A thousand images come to mind immediately, all of them macabre in nature.  You do not need to know the actual thought that rolls, all that matters is the process, that once again shows that this is only existence.  No beliefs, no emotions.

The end of the album comes as meaningless as it opened, with life carrying on in all of its futility, a mere pindrop in the time that has been forced upon us on this planet.  Perhaps the most painful thought of all is the unknowing of the future and how much longer we must waste away here.  In the Falling Snow will quickly turn your will sour, deepening the scars that exist already just by allowing the music to continue to play.  Enjoy the pain, for it is infinite through I Shalt Become.