The city that was once a jewel now lies in ruin. Streets paved with ash and bone. Bodies stacked like firewood. Pyres burning where churches stood. The river choked with the dead. Mass graves overflowing. Society has come undone. I walk alone through this kingdom of plague, the only one who is not afraid. This is my domain now. The city of corpses. Nothing will ever be the same again.

What to Expect. Symphonic doom metal with crushing apocalyptic weight Massive crushing guitars and war drums creating funeral march tempo Mournful church organ and gothic choir building dark majesty Commanding operatic female vocals with dark authority Apocalyptic soundscape depicting complete societal collapse

The Story. The plague has consumed the city entirely. What was once a thriving center of commerce and culture has become a graveyard in the light. Bodies are everywhere—stacked in streets, floating in the river, piled in overflowing mass graves. The "bring out your dead" carts roll endlessly. Rats and crows feast on what remains. Wealthy estates stand abandoned; carriages hold dead owners still seated inside. The few living hide behind locked doors. Only the plague doctor walks freely through this apocalypse. No longer afraid, no longer shocked, they have accepted this new reality. The city of corpses has become their domain. They are the last witness to civilization's defeat, the sole figure moving through streets that were once filled with life. This is the moment when the scale of horror fully reveals itself—not just individual families dying, but an entire society collapsing under the weight of mass death. The doctor remembers how it was before: children playing, markets roaring with life. Now just silence, flies, and their footsteps through the ruins.

"City of Corpses" expands the horror from intimate house visits to city-scale apocalypse. I wanted to capture that crushing weight of seeing an entire civilization collapse—the moment when individual tragedies become incomprehensible mass death. The doom metal approach was essential. That slow, funeral march tempo, those massive down-tuned guitars, the mournful church organ—it all creates the feeling of walking through a graveyard that used to be a living city. The "bring out your dead" breakdown references the actual historical phrase shouted by cart drivers collecting plague corpses. Musically, this draws from doom metal masters like My Dying Bride and Draconian, combined with the symphonic grandeur of Epica and Therion. The gothic choir functions like a requiem mass for an entire city. The apocalyptic atmosphere needed to feel cinematic—like a film score for the end of the world. This is where the plague doctor fully accepts their role. They're no longer fighting against this reality; they've become its lord. "This is my domain" isn't triumph—it's grim acceptance of a world that will never be the same.

How would you cope with walking through a city of corpses? The plague journal continues through October