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From our blood we nourish ourselves to live another night, to wherever the next destination already written in the Lucidus Somniare may be. We will do it again without fear, to glimpse the twilight of the sun at dawn one more day. With expectant longing we experience the awakening of the senses, facing the emotions and offerings of whatever being errabundus with which we are lucky enough to cross our pilgrimage. All roads are sensed desolate in the company of horror vacui. Platonic. Fleeting. Paralyzing. Eternal. Mysterious. Destroyer. Friendly. Strange. Instigator. Vital. It’s shown to Man, on this and other occasions, through sound. It manifests itself through an audible and understandable voice (Gnosis.3:8). From this molten voice is born, Sanguis Meus. ==== #Instrumental_Dark_Metal w/ #Trumpet & #SaxoBass We are diving under the influence of genre
