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Without whiskers and tail. Such is the Aión Thérion.
Feth, Hop and Carrots.
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O death, where is thy sting?
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He spake, and the locusts came: and catterpillers, and that without number, And did eate vp all the herbes in their land: and deuoured the fruite of their ground.
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With Great Wings and Many Feathers
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My woodland mate, away with sleep! Let loose those waves of sound divine.
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"and behold a star fell from heaven, and it arose and eat and pastured amongst those oxen." Book of Enoch 86:1
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This record is incredibly powerful and full of timeless passion, with a love and respect for the world around and the lonesome spirit within.
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supported by 45 fans who also own “hêahdêor hêafodbeorht”
Something primal and eternal stirs within. Like wading through an archetype of time. No bleak premonitions for a future nor recounts of ages bygone - just the fleeting and ephemeral moment between it all which peculiarly seems to last forever. A wonderful experience.
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XIMEUA's debut EP is meditative, organic-sounding synth music inspired by Mexican progressive composers from the last few decades.
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