No Future, No Past, by Choronzon

Choronzon - Glow Empty In Perfect Annihilation

No Future, No Past

by Choronzon

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1.	She Rides In On The Sandstorm 04:44 video	buy track
2.	Glow Empty In Perfect Annihilation 07:08 video	buy track
3.	The Impulse Of Becoming 05:32 video	buy track
4.	This Controlled Demise 02:41 video	buy track
5.	Time Has Come 05:17 video	buy track
6.	Vesture Of Dimensions 04:56 video	buy track
7.	No Future, No Past 06:41	buy track
8.	Extrinsic Mask Procession 06:40	buy track

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The spoils go to those who leave the most dead in in their wake, Space-Eaters rest in the luminous Now. Some entities start to seep through in the bliss line return reaching thousand far pressure In synthetic crazy contrition device.

Your raw psyche drowns in its own issue as you run through places of worship in forbidden parts of town. Your form is embraced by the mouldering earth where the mist of artistic life weaves a fiction of despair ruminations. Your reality is a story created in a history factory where scholars are held in stasis with brains jacked in to be used as the CPU of the machine.

Mad secret theory hiding that disease rage in a sanctum of dance, of understanding and exploiting want. You resurrect eternity, the future reality of will its sacred conspiracy. The two fake Elder devising include frantic pleasure highway dead-eyed worship. Each bridles its forces down the elements of creation in the haste of power. Forbidden are living thoughts, the saplings of consciousness in an infrahuman universe devoted to suppression.