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They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but something I cannot and must not recall. They flopped limply along, half with their webbed feet and half with their membranous wings;
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Enter a reality of imagined visuals produced by sounds. Music with a dark bent, occupying the space between fantasy & horror. Instrumentals, underscores, and s
Realities unlike the one around you now... ones made by the imagined visuals produced by sounds. Instrumentals, underscores, and soundtracks.
Song Info
Genre
Electronic • Trip Hop
Charts
#198 in subgenre Peak #5
Charts
Peak #147
Author
Razbaque Dirge
Rights
2016 Razbaque Dirge
Uploaded
December 28, 2016
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MP3 2.7 MB • 160 kbps • 2:20
Story behind the song
"Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold flame, out of the tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember. They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but something I cannot and must not recall. They flopped limply along, half with their webbed feet and half with their membranous wings; and as they reached the throng of celebrants the cowled figures seized and mounted them, and rode off one by one along the reaches of that unlighted river, into pits and galleries of panic where poison springs feed frightful and undiscoverable cataracts." ? H. P. Lovecraft
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