To further add to the necessary poetics, Mourning Dawn is the audial equivalent of a dilapidated milieu of utter desolation (sorry, I just can't help it), and this is the truth. Aided by the tattered production, the atmosphere here becomes gripping and penetrating; no wonder at first I had a feeling of cathartic release when the album's near one hour long duration hit its finish mark.

If you're into bands like Bethlehem, Deinonychus or one of those people who think that Katatonia just sold out after _Dance of December Souls_, be sure to check this one out.