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Al Azif

from AL AZIF by The Great Old Ones

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In this desert for 40 days, voices tell me the ways. I first believed in demons, but it is not. They are older units, real. They ask me to write a book, cursed. If they will let me die of thirst (They ordered me). Sitting on the edge of a dune, they dictate to me, like whispers of Jinns they force me to write. Incantations to invoke these gods. Cursed bible, obscene words. Alone in the desert I lose my sanity and I write the end of humanity. No place to escape. I’m no more than a shape. “Listen to us poor human, your book should begin with this verse that is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die”. I write pages and pages, my hand is bleeding, for this book of rages. Now they found me in the crowd. Invisibles, they devour me. I would end up in a shroud. No one can help me.

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from AL AZIF, released April 27, 2012

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The Great Old Ones Bordeaux, France

Dark and extreme music, ambient and atmospheric sounds. Bordeaux, France.
« That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die » H.P. LOVECRAFT

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