feth UK
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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Contrary to the grim artwork, Wandeweorpe is a very comforting and introspective experience. I feel like slowly walking alongside a still lake in the dark winter months, taking in the cold and fresh air of an overcast sky as slivers of hope and serenity pass by me. A very uplifting and freeing feeling. Maybe the cover isn't all that discordant after all and wading through the dark reaches is a necessary step towards grasping the light.
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GLOW IN THE DARK
by 𝕾 𝖕 𝖊 𝖙 𝖙 𝖗 𝖔 ✞ 𝕱 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞
supported by 4 fans who also own “into the dark hell of the second reality”
This record is pure cvlt
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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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