To hope, to sink. Eternal mantra of France and its passions. The mantra of Hugo, Lamartine, Mallarmé, Rimbaud. To summon the national poets is normal: VESPERINE is part of a two thousand year old lineage, that of the storytellers, that of the poets, that of the desperate. Its Post-Hardcore feeds on a French tradition. The verse rubs the heavy rhythm, like a poem fin de siècle. Sometimes, it seems to us to glimpse the specter of a diffuse light, like Verlaine begging from the depths of his prison. Then the terror again, while we face the power of the Negative. VESPERINE sings an immortal human struggle, Lights / Darkness, Good / Evil, Earth / Sky. In the right line of AMENRA or CULT OF LUNA, «Espérer Sombrer» wakes up this fight but leaves little room for salvation.