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Surrealism of a landscape pierced by the perversion of guitars reverberated to death, overloaded with echoes of frightening iciness. An icy grip on the heart. They told me that winter was still far away. I didn’t want to believe it.
Surrealism of a landscape pierced by the perversion of guitars reverberated to death, overloaded with echoes of frightening iciness.
An icy grip on the heart. They told me that winter was still far away. I didn’t want to believe it.
Dive into the frozen world of Velvet Cacoon’s Genevieve and experience its haunting, surreal soundscapes today.
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