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Prelude
01:04
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Vacuum Scatter
06:32
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A trace of light lurks in the shadows waiting and looking for the preexisting origin. They are the purulent recesses of Tanatos where Nigredo begins.
Distortion and perversity are the triggers of those symptoms of an adjacent transformation.
Dilated I who glimpses a sensibility to the symbols that enclose a sidereal projection, the ceremonial fascination approaches by falling into a perishable signal.
Is it just a futile reminiscence? The chisel carves in the cenotaph a perpetual truth: time corrodes and condemns to extinction!
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Threshold Fragmentation
06:16
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How could you trespass that gate that suppress time through self-being? Hidden behind, goes weaving the pieces that scatter in an inexhaustible time, altering and darkening the Path of thorns.
Those are the changes, dying and transitory of pain as synonym of here, of beyond, distant in an instant under the contemplation of what exists.
Putrefaction of the conquest towards the adversary side that finds in its self-nature that claims the order under the walls of the reptant Nous.
Holes that emanate an absorption so abstract that returns to the rotten spiral.
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Interlude
01:30
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Coffin Rags
05:30
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Lies inexistent and dispersed un the vacuity,
Prisoner in the shadows wandering in the commands of time.
Transitory entity that manager to see the corruption of his own matter under some tradition of the existence.
Distant vibration, foundation of the being, dust is the manifestation of the dark circles that return through the decease.
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Spawn of antimatter, we descend the dirty stairs of inminent distortion. Maelstrom of acausality that opens ways outside the earthly vestiges. Pits that ooze the pus of rot.
We represent those forms that are beyond time. mental construction or conjuration of pestilent forces?
Iβm still falling, the blackness opens and rotates in a suction condition for those tunnels that starts ascension to death through caverns.
Exposure of the astral unconscious, cystic larvae branching out into decomposed octagons making poison spiral.
I find hidden passages through stalagmites. brilliance does not exist in these hallucinogenic caverns.
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Postlude
01:43
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