ophis666
An old soul's mumblings
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Θειάφι
The smell of sulphur burns your nostrils. Pounding drums and crust guitar noise deafens your ears. Thundering bass moves your entrails. The sun sets forever. Engram is upon us. I don't give a fuck if it is good or bad.
Beherit you fuckers.
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