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Lovecraftian doom universe. A malignant leaden universe celebrates itself in pagan rituals, incestuous embrace with Celtic formulas, faceless Gregorian spirits, inquisitorial cruelty.
Faceless music, just a ritual sound to pass through a gateway, tribal movements punctuated by bodiless voices. Sacred music, yellowed parchments, liturgy resurfaces from a time lost in memories and in infinite future scenarios that reek of the past.
Moods not music.
Suspended anticipation amidst black metal ruins, druidic drones, unhealthy religious laments, hypnotic relentless march, echoes, ruins of distant eras, soulless voices. A black hole in one of the possible futures confused with the many possible pasts that human pettiness has sought to experience without a shred of mercy for itself.
Chilly shiver towards an absolute nothingness.
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