Redact by Foliox

*Redact* isn't just an album; it’s a chronicle torn from the heart of Scriptorra, a defiant roar against the erasure of identity. We poured everything into tracing this harrowing journey, starting when our protagonist, stripped of everything, is cast from the Pencourt gates. You can almost feel the dread in those opening strings, the cold silence of history being rewritten. We wanted the music to feel that violent redaction, the methodical cutting of one’s own existence from the record. It’s a terrifying thing to witness, and we pushed the guitars to clash against those delicate strings, mimicking the scribes' unforgiving hand.

The core idea for *Redact* grew from watching how easily narratives are twisted, how quickly inconvenient truths become footnotes. For us, the story of this exile, wandering the margin lands, finding a voice among the discarded histories, felt intensely personal. It's about that universal ache of alienation, the fierce longing to inscribe your truth when the world tries to silence you. Every thunderous timpani hit, every slithering woodwind line, every roar of the choir is meant to embody that fight, that raw desire to be seen.

Musically, we pushed the boundaries of what Orchestral Metal can convey. We tracked strings in echoing halls to capture the vastness of Scriptorra, and meticulously panned wind ensembles to build that surging, visceral tension. The guitar tone is as rough as battlefield grit because this isn't some pristine legend; it's a desperate struggle. When the album hits its stride and the rebel encampment ignites, you feel that destructive renewal, the courage it takes to burn lies. We wanted that shift from isolated voice to collective thunder to be palpable, like a new record being etched into the very air.

The heart of it all beats with "Carve me back from your silence"—that defiant anthem, a rallying cry for anyone who’s ever felt unseen. We knew that had to be the moment where all the fractured voices converge. And the climax, *Archive Aflame*, isn't just a track; it’s the sound of a revolution, the cathartic release when the protagonist’s story erupts in a new Quorum, shifting from fragile footnote to indelible headline. It’s a testament to the power old records hold over blood and bone, a meeting of scholarship and riot. This album, for us, is a declaration, but also a question: whose story survives when the archive burns? And how do we carve out belonging from the margins rejection carves into us?

We forge history's battle cries through furious strings and thundering riffs. When ancient chronicles meet distortion, hear the uprising! Scriptorra's forbidden truths await brave ears. Metal meets orchestra. Power meets legacy.