Assaults of rolling noise, slaughtering of the innocents. Meditating monks in Tibet, love, om! World harmony, chaos, fire, darkness and light so intense, that it appears as absolute darkness. Myriads of small flies are flying around. We are banging on the walls of our coffins. A long digging is next... and a fall into infinite cosmic nothingness.
...lesom – old recording from 2011, that was lying around in the desk. It was recorded on a tape through an old washed-up First cassette player and no one bothered with the mastering.
Elma – black gold from the land of the rising sun.