Loss begets emptiness.
An infinite void feeding on our hopes, leaving only broken dreams and a growing sadness in its wake. As emptiness spreads like a disease in our mind, it reminds us that our existence is futile, that time will consume all things in the end, leaving an everlasting nothingness. NEMESIS portrays our unspeakable despair, but goes further. It is the unheard scream of our oceans stripped of all life by the hand of men, the bloodstained ashes of our forests whose life is burning away, the cub bereft of its mother’s warmth, the father without a son. It is the incarnation of a declining world. From this despair, we draw an endless strength and our desire for revenge. We are Nemesis.