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Wondering what you will find,
Too many titles on your mind.
The merchant awaits down the hall,
Rare plates are glowing on the wall.
Clueless about the treasure he has,
You'll take it from him, no need to harass.
Back to your lair the plate starts to play,
Analog sound will blow you away.

Searching through forgotten piles,
Recover the artifacts from dust,
For this we drove all these miles,
All in need to hear the noise we trust.

The Quest for Relics,
Restoring the sounds of the masters.
The Quest for Relics,
Pure steel is what we've been after.

Organic sounds gracing your ears,
Mesmerized by how deep you can hear.
As the needle scrapes down the groove,
You're so impressed you cannot move.
Low-end power straight to your heart,
Piercing high screams tear you apart.
Digital age rules everything,
People don't know what they're missing.

Searching through forgotten piles,
Recover the artifacts from dust,
For this we drove all these miles,
All in need to hear the noise we trust.

The Quest for Relics,
Restoring the sounds of the masters.
The Quest for Relics,
Pure steel is what we've been after.

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