In a world that was left behind; somber, obscure, ghosts of an ancient order roamed the darkened moor. Lifeless, devoured, exiled. Seeking for arcane life. no rock on Earth is left unlifted. Dissecting it's putrid core. It's labyrinth exposed, unravelled. High pulse, cold skin, fatigue, no sleep. Travel, non-stop, intrude, collect: The dance of discovery. From the Mayan temples to the arctic plains. Day 65, underneath a pale grey sky, the unite is driven to madness. Unable to carry this burden. Falling prey to ourselves. Embraced by the dark.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
