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This Is Darkness Potworów and Dancing Deadlips come together for a hauntingly enchanting album of dark/suspense ambiance with brooding yet beautiful vocals that draw you deep into the abyss. Favorite track: retro-futurism.
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1.
buffalo bill's buffalo bill's buffalo bill's buffalo bill's buffalo bill's buffalo bill's buffalo bill's buffalo bill's buffalo bill's defunct just like that just like that jesus he was a handsome man buffalo bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat just like that onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat just like that onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat just like that onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat just like that jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy mister death onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat jesus he was a handsome man
2.
...gonna be all gone forever ...gonna be all gone forever fly higher and deeper a few skies under the red babylon children of radiance, charm and thought with too many broken bones within this ether in every moment we have two basic options: to be dead or to be alive isn't it wonderful? ...gonna be all gone forever
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step like your dreams are coming through oh, like your dreams step like your dreams are coming through step on your dreams they are coming through step on your dreams step on your dreams they are coming through they are coming through look, oh like they are coming through step on your dreams step on your dreams they are coming through they are coming through step on your dreams look, oh like they are coming through step on your dreams step on your dreams they are coming through they are coming through step on your dreams they are coming through step on your dreams they are coming through look, oh like step on your dreams they are coming through they are coming through coming through step on your dreams step on your dreams step on your dreams they are coming through step on your step dreams they are coming through step on your dreams they are coming through they are coming through coming through step on your dreams they are coming through coming through coming through step on your dreams they are coming through step on those dreams they are coming through just step on those dreams they are coming through
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Czarny kapelusz. Dziś. Zdobił głowę niskawego i kulkowatego pana, wbitego w czarny smoking, który przybijał klepsydrę na zaklejoną ogłoszeniami tablicę. Przez chwilę gładził kartkę pulchnymi palcami, po czym porwał szybkim ruchem torbę, stojącą posłusznie u jego nóg, i powędrował dalej dziarskim krokiem, zdradzającym oznaki szorstkiej rutyny, nie marnując dla nikogo ani połowy spojrzenia, naciągając nieco kapelusz na czoło. Przez jedną sekundę wydało mi się, że mróz rozprzestrzenił się po ulicy. Poczułam się jak Momo. Przemknęło mi przez głowę, że muszę wycisnąć z życia jak najwięcej, nim stanę się przeraźliwie wyraźnym wspomnieniem, zamkniętym w kilka linijek, tańczących żałobnego marsza na białej kartce, której jedynym celem jest być głaskaną przez ponurych rozwieszaczy klepsydr, zalaną przez deszcz, oskubaną przez jesienny wiatr, która następnie przepoczwarzy się w bezkształtną, szarą kulkę, wędrującą między butami przechodniów, by, jak dobry finał nakazuje, zostać przygwożdżona przez gumę do żucia, peta, mocz lub inne cudo techniki, zdeptana przez nocne szczury i utopiona w kałuży. Amen. * * * Black hat. Today. Adorned the head of a shortish and ball-like gentleman, packed in a black tuxedo, who was nailing the obituary notice to an array, completely sealed with announcements. He was stroking the sheet with his chubby fingers for a while, then made a fast move to grab the bag, laying obediently at his feet, and went further spring in their step, disclosing the signs of rough routine, far from wasting even a half of a glimpse for anyone, pulling a little hat on his forehead. For a second it seemed to me that the frost has spread down the street. I felt like Momo. It flashed through my head, that I have to squeeze out of life the most I can before I become a frighteningly clear memory, closed in a few lines, dancing funeral march on a white sheet, which sole purpose is to be stroked by the gloomy obituary-gentlemans, flooded by rain, plucked by Autumn wind, which then will pupate into a shapeless, gray ball, wandering between the shoes of passers-by, just like a good final orders, to be pinned down by chewing gum, cigarette butt, urine or other technological marvel, trampled by the night rats and drowned in a pool. Amen.
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rime 02:33
she has become the angler of war wild vine entwined enclosed in a shrine she has become the angler of war she has become an angel of extinction the angler of war wild vine entwined enclosed in a shrine
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standing on the edge of the battle line of the battle line of the battle line standing on the edge of the battle line of the battle line of the battle line let it burn us down let us be torn let it burn us down let us be torn let it burn us down let us be torn let it burn us down let us be torn come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war standing on the edge of the battle line come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war come on, jester, let's unchain the absence of endless war standing on the edge of the battle line standing on the edge of the battle line standing on the edge of the battle line
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watch your fall watch your fall watch your fall watch your fall watch your time coming up crawling up the ceiling deceiving your trickster's eyes watch your time coming up crawling up the ceiling deceiving your trickster's eyes deceiving your trickster's eyes your trickster's eyes trickster's eyes come come let's petrify our last incarnation in the crucial dust-fadeland where all desires get desolate, abandoned empty pain empty pain come, cross that border empty pain watch your fall watch your fall now watch your fall now watch your fall now watch your fall now watch your time coming up coming up coming up crawling up the ceiling crawling up deceiving your trickster's eyes deceiving your trickster's eyes come, let's petrify our last incarnation in the crucial dust-fadeland where all desires get desolate, abandoned watch your time coming up deceiving your trickster's eyes come, cross that border watch your fall watch your time coming up come, let's petrify our last incarnation in the crucial dust-fadeland where all desires get desolate, abandoned watch it come, let's petrify our last incarnation in the crucial dust-fadeland come, cross that border come, let's petrify our last incarnation where all desires get desolate, abandoned come empty pain you go you go now watch your fall you go watch your fall watch your fall you go now watch your fall watch your fall watch it watch your fall watch your fall watch it watch your fall
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...but i know that your destiny hasn't been lost hasn't been lost you just gotta stop you just have to stop and then you'll know and then you'll know you just gotta stop and then you'll know you just gotta stop and then you'll know and then you'll know and then you'll know you just gotta stop and then you'll know you just gotta stop you just have to stop you just gotta stop you just gotta stop you just gotta stop

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released November 1, 2014

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