четверг, 23 апреля 2015 г.

"Abysmal Growls Of Despair - Lovecraftian Drone" (Tape)
Ambient/Lovecraftian Drone
Limited to 66 copies

"And at the last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands

Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play,
The idiot Chaos blew Earths dust away."

Abysmal Growls Of Despair - Azathoth

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