This 20 minutes track starts in a ritualistic way drenched in an ugly layer of distortion and progresses in a demented yet somehow solemne direction. Time makes its scars visible and it evolves into a deeper absortion. Invocations tend to liquify into voices raped by heavy use of effects. A morbid laceration crashing at every speed, making it hurt, harsher and harder.
Forced entries and dead body lovers arriving to their own collapse, as the sickness stabilizes, from contamination to silence. Myth as a repetition tends to dissipate and grow weaker, will there ever be truth after this insistence?
Around the minute twelve there is a break, in which can be heard a sample of a love confession that multiplies itself on an improbable deposit of death itself, as the blast echoes out of its habitat. Harshness slowly dissipates as a depressive synth melody comes to surface, incubation breeding disgrace.
This atmosphere loses some density but becomes more and more sinister, as to the point of insustentability, exploding in hatefilled screams suffocated in delay. No memory can bring it to life again, and there is all the time to wait for it though.
Caged odours in borrowed bodies found on the shore, next to a map and to the bug covered taints of lovers in intercourse.Statistik: Verfasst von Human Larvae — 18.08.2008 (6:34)
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