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Alba s touto skladbou:
Split with Despise,
Promo 2001,
Czech Assault from Relapse,
Obscene Extreme 2001,
The seat of the waves of lowness
The stirrups trotting bird´s are changing hits of wings flying horse. Water and fear are standing against us. The fire is burning snow flocks floating through the air and are showing the way to the foreigner, while I am sitting down on the ground to take new power. It is exhousting hunt for that, that I perhaps I haven´t lost. I discover myself in a complicated maze queen´s of intrigues. Me and me foreign friend are standing close more powerful then even befor, in front of the seat of waves of lowness covering the sky. A part of our pilgrimage is at the end and the other one is just beginning. It is a hunt for something that i perhaps haven´t lost.
Two our ways have only one aim.
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