FT was born from the will of Herr Morbid in the beginning of 1999, when bass-player Torment was in the band too. FT was performing very obscure and occult Misanthropic Black Metal in the vein of old MayheM, with some little depressive touches. Torment left the band after a short while and FT became a one-man band. Herr Morbid started to play all instruments and to program the drum-machine. A MCD was recorded in June 1999 titled “Obscura Arcana Mortis”. The MCD was released in June 2000 under Treblinka Prod., limited to 215 copies. After that Herr Morbid decided to move towards a lot more depressive direction, and to slow down everything to increase the suicidal feeling. The music became a mix between extreme Doom Metal, Depressive Black Metal and Dark, in other words “Dark Metal”. Actually FT has been one of the first bands to learn the lesson of Burzum, Katatonia, Strid and Manes and to bring everything to an extreme. The band has recorded the “Songs to Leave” album between December 2000 and June 2001. A deal with swedish label Selbstmord Services was signed in August 2001 and they released the album on a worldwide basis in September 2002. The album became a real cult-album after a few time, as well as the band, with some thousands copies sold worldwide and supporters everywhere. Then Wedebrand (ex-Shining drummer) joined the band and FT recorded the “Springtime Depression” album between January and April 2003. Soon after relationships with Selbstmord were broken, so the album was released on french Adipocere Rec. in June 2003. The album confirmed the high potential of FT and soon it became another cult-album everywhere, with excellent reactions both from press and audience. Wedebrand left the band. Herr Morbid started to search for several musicians to put on a live line-up. After some time he has found the perfect line-up with Razor SK on lead guitars, Asher on drums and Algol on bass, so he has decided to have them as official members in the band. With this new line-up FT played several triumphant shows across Europe both as support-band and headlining-band. They wrote new material and they have recorded the 3rd FT opus titled “Love’s Burial Ground” in January 2004. The album will be released on Adipocere Rec. around August 2004. Other live-shows in Europe, as well as several partecipations in compilations and other stuff, are planned for 2004. 

As a desolated subway
As an empty city street
It takes me a way
Towards oceans of concrete

A grey walk into the void
Through faceless humans
Nauseating melancholy
Suburban distress

Lifeless as your jaded eyes...

Pitch black misery
Dead leaves in rainy afternoons
Cold - Cold sidewalks at night
Frozen by bleak neon lights

Lifeless asy our jaded eyes

Our sight is broken by a train
This time I know it will be at last one
A reflection of the subway
inside your eyes
Waiting for the last train
of this endless night

Lifeless as your jaded eyes...

To fade into the dark
To run away towards another
Grey - Another greay suicidal day
Subway Apathy crawls in me

Subway Apathy crawls in me

Blackness
Pale grey walls
Dark landscapes of iron
Deep inside my soul

I watched into the burning sun.
My eyes filles with obsession.
An eternal walk towards nothing.
An empty road, as long as my eternal sickness.

I watched into a dead horizon.
My blood falls into the sun.
My thoughts drown into emptiness.
Stench of death in the air.

The sickness of a summer afternoon.
My sticky flesh covered by insects.
A dream of naked bodies dying on meathooks.
The smell of your slaughtered whore-meat
rotting under a blinding sun.

Your last stop - Dead end.
My twisted visions revealed to you.
Youll never understand
this ravishing desire for demise.

Hanged dolls, sing-song.
Bones swinging endlessly.
Hot winds of a funeral day.

I walked through the same old walls.
I smelled the same old dust.
Dust of forgotten times.
Dust of ! shallow lives.

Remembrances - Once more Im there
Living in the past
Faded pictures of yesterday
My best and worst memories
Will be forever here

Another night - Bleak fading lights
Im growing old with them

Burning grief consumates me
Im falling to dust

Another day - Is turning grey
Tonight I burn my pictures

When I come home
from these useless days
And I dream of past joys
Then I fall again into loneliness
And my blood streams in remembrance

When I cry into darkness
And my scars release blood
Sometimes you would have wantes to die
To let me the last good memories of you

A desert inside
Cold blue dust is falling on my eyes
Im flying away
Dreaming of those bittersw!
eet days

Now I watch these opened wounds
For every cut i bur
n another fear
Both we were painful scars,
drops of blood falling in an endless sea of sadness.