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An arpeggio of uneasy sweetness, suspended in the distance… Barely hinted snare drum touches sustain it, keeping it grounded. A filtered voice disturbs its idyll... 'cite “Man as died… We seal the urn..." ' ...and then everything explodes... and the Metal Church flings its doors wide open. more
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