The arte and word lost and maligned
A language hidden and obscure
Seek out this inevitable truth
Through graven structures and dirt track roads
You've seen them in your dreams
Break the veil of apochraphy
Kindred path and eternities
Old serpents within thee ride
Old serpents within me ride
Sacred word, deed and design
This daimon spans the wastes of time
Unbound
And through pure optics of circuitry
Call forth this universal sanctity
Unbound
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten
supported by 5 fans who also own “Oneiric Citadel”
Powerful, plaintive expression of the fathomless sorrow of our suffering cetaceans and their depthless home, together with the indescribable loveliness of their distant blue-black realm. I feel as much interstellar space here as I do deep ocean, equally crushing and buoying. Dave Aftandilian