i know i'm a nightmare / i think so too
together we'll explore this darkness
we'll dig away at the walls until we reach crystal
so it won't become my tomb
//
i float up from the swirling depths
arms raised / whalesong in my ears
the sun dries my seawracked skin
What more can you say after reading the abhorrent bio of this album that tells the vision behind it? This is the black vomit of Tchornobog: abyssal violation of your senses and pineal gland and you are not the same person after encountering this multidimensional god. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡