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Kevin Casciani Nolan

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🎂 July 9, 1999 · 27📍 Dublin, Ireland

Biography

Experimental Music/Filmmaker Attempting To Depict/Visualize My Current And Constant State Of Mind, Thoughts And Experiences With Psychotic Disorders Through My Work.

Kevin Casciani Nolan

Biography

Kevin Casciani Nolan's Filmography

Beyond Dreams Door: 1980's Horror

Laghdaithe le hAois

Torn And Careless Offerings

The Thin Pieces Of My Soul

Spectral Tranquility

Solemn Slits Of Eternity

Stripped Of Fragile Armor

Slipping Faintly From Your Grace

Fading Formlessly (Beyond Separation)

Fís a Chonaic mé Aréir

Glimmered Barriers: Shrouded In Memories Plague

They Carry Terror Far And Wide

Tomorrow The Birds Will Sing

Insomniatic Insights

Pains Damnation Pulse

Form Of Void / Ruin Of Time

Across The Decaying Past

Faith-Fallen And Exhumed

Grasping The Stance Of Witness

Sorrow-Stricken And Entombed

The Essence Of Creation, Lost To The Night

Tender Blessings Of Heavens Flesh

The Motions Of Fears Envy

Live Uncertain. Leave Unknowing

Burial Of Madness: The Final Page

An breacadh an lae thar Éirinn

Glimmered Barriers: A New Start Among The Angels

All Those Years I've Waited

Sight Disguised As Sound, Death Within Dreams

Bandia na Míle Brón

A Life Bled Of Dreams (Truth There)

Seized And Torn From Flame And Harm

Two Dead Eternities

The Final Agony Of Infliction

A Cold Beauty Painted Without My Heart

As I Descend Back Into The Torment Of Absence

Embrace My Bloodied Body Against Endlessness

The Beauty Of Obscured Serenity

Dissolve Upon Your Lonely Passage

Glimmered Barriers Of Times Dust

Blood On Holy Soil

The Honey Of Your Small Voice

Seen From Outside Creation

Isles Of Isolation

Bound Heavenward

Leaves Of Words

A Tune Of Non-Being

Exhaustive Separation

They Are Still In Bestowing Salvation

My Sight, Which Was My Power, Now Blurs

These Are Not The Words Of One Who Is Oppressed By A Demon

It's Time To Let Go

Psychosis Awakens And Craves Earthly Essence

Everyone Sees Noon At Their Own Door

The Cruelty Of Memory

The Transparency Of Fabricated Sanity

The Rotten Wood, Concrete Agony And Shedding Skin

You Held On Tight

The Words Boil Down Your Throat

Inside, Floating

Hopes Reach Retracts

As The Gaping Wound Bled

A Good Thing Isn't As Good As Nothing

We Are But Dust And Shadow

Angels Have No Thought Of Ever Returning You

My Heart Beats So That I Can Hardly Speak

And Her Wings Are Spread To The Breeze

Nothing In The End Can Stand Against It

As I Drift In The Void

Spinning Into The Void

The Unknown Entity