/ost/ /death/lor/ation/ /sutra/ We release soundtrack lyric’s update on bandcamp

wind of cosmic entities’ thoughts glides a feather across your wrists: peeling off the skin and dipping into flesh - senses of your archetype’s memory.

Myriad faces of stories - in a film behind your eyes; catch the commonalities, I am the mind of the universe: look for the signs - infinity calls.

the route of self-repetition - or to lay down in the flesh - a path for the follower meditate on the top of the mountain of balance.

♪ butterfly will break through the glass ♪ through glasses of gelled time:

taste shards of mystery ♪ give life ♪ the grave of a thousand now.

in flow of wanderlust, I’ll cover your Your! wrists in peace:

Warmth of contact with winds of feeling of cosmic essences

vibrations over the flesh de-skinned.

Would U ReBorn?