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raison d'être
The Empty Hollow Unfolds |
Lord of Winter,
aka Peter Andersson, appears again between cathedrals of iron
where lost glances harbour. He takes into his hands fragments
of crambling cities, frozen altars and blackened windows.
A slow ascension, with no direction, characterizes the running
of the minutes of every track, we can trust only to the deepest
fall. What is on movement, it is only memories and phantasms
released from scent of powder, which find it hard again to touch
the ground.
Impassive glances rise above the skeleton of an hypnotic wounded
glory, grazing the poor ruins of na ancient splendour. Once
again Peter thrusts himself forward in the twilight of the faith
and introspection, managing every sound’s detail with
the precision and the talent of a genius.
The aulic aesthetic of the end... |
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by :twilight zone: |
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