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When the dark spell hit him full in the chest, stopping his breath, Thongor already knew everything: he knew that pain, he knew his destiny. In short, he knew death, because he had already lived it. For some time, he had been waiting for the end, knowing that it would be a new beginning, yet another.
He was ready to face the challenges of the Hades: he knew that he would find himself in the presence of the Gate between the Worlds, that he would cross it to access the Land of Shadows, to face the tortures and impossible quests. And at the end of all this, he would have been thrown into the world again, unaware, a naked child in the face of misfortunes and bad weather, he would have seen his father and his mother massacred and, with the memory of blood on the snow, he would have wandered alone. Like a wolf between moors and deserts, he would have fought desperately first to survive, like a wild beast, and then, many years later, as a king covered in gold and precious fabrics, to defend the welfare of his people, with the weapons of diplomacy. And every day he would have been more aware of that destiny that was inside him, because he had already lived it. He knew that if the heroes want to be true heroes, in the end they die.
Through the years, he would have remembered slowly his doom of death and rebirth, because he was as the seasons, that always follow each other identically. He, Thongor the Mighty, the predestined to thousand winters and thousand springs, condemned to misery and glory.
0:00 Not dead, but dreaming
2:00 An abyss full of stars
4:31 River of fire, wall of ice
6:08 Titanic jewel
7:45 The throne of thrones
10:10 The lord of astral wisdom
13:08 He rises from the grave
DIY label focused on ambient punk, minimal-synth, dungeon-drone, wartime music and post-nuclear wave. Managed by a creative punx collective from Milano city.
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A dreamy, beguiling, nostalgic dungeon synth quest through the shires. But, it's so much more than that. The LP incorporates some unique key changes, field recordings and a lot of Mort Garson style synth work. It sometimes reminds me of old 70's PG horror soundtracks. The record is addictive melancholy inspiration. The ideal music for accompanying the dawning morning of an epic adventure. brantly