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A black Golem on a freezing night drags itself slowly through a swamp of dark shoegaze debris and post-metal mud.
It dances to the rhythm of tribal percussions. It screams echoes of guttural distant voices. A rough coat of electronic drones covers it.
It screams and dances. It unleashes storms up to the noisy explosion, and a cold ray of sunlight caresses it, transforming into an electric wind that takes away even the memory of its favored son.
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