The work called "Omega" begins with "Lost in the Dark", stuff very similar to "Diabolic" with a discharge of drones and loud atmospheres. Epic Blackness demonstrating that Karna has captured the Dark within a cell based on the formulae of its five letters. A work provoking pleasant nightmares, a prelude to step on the ship of Mother Death, a mute cry never to be heard from the throat of the horrified infant. Not to be compared, but this could be a mixture of Inade, Arca Funebris, and Grunt. Pure rebellion of sound, walls of supporting vibrations conducting the listener to the assimilation of unknown concepts, such as real freedom, real contemplation, and the visualization of a new doctrine based upon menaces over the feeble. This is Fire and real abuse of grinding power. After such a condensation of embers, a new face of Karna appears. The soft piano notes of "Scars" resemble just the moment we start writing our last will. However the tunes shown here give the right value to all scars endured while on earth, after all, they are the salt of our existence. Finally, "Behind the Mask of Sanity" is developed as a continuation of what is the purpose of Karna, breath, scars, thirst, ugly eyes, demential force, conducted imagination, symbols of demons and freezing drops falling as nails over our understanding. The mosaic of reversed subjects and views continues its demonstration of strange figures, false archetypes of nauseating truth, hard-to-grind mouthfuls of bitter contents. The voice reading a text in English and the resulting madness is almost orgasmic, 'we have to see- we have to know', the determining lament and our final stage: lifeless body whose once moving animator (clown) sometimes called 'you' was always trying to satisfy the rest, the others. Those behind the laughable mask of sanity.
The work called "Omega" begins with "Lost in the Dark", stuff very similar to "Diabolic" with a discharge of drones and loud atmospheres. Epic Blackness demonstrating that Karna has captured the Dark within a cell based on the formulae of its five letters. A work provoking pleasant nightmares, a prelude to step on the ship of Mother Death, a mute cry never to be heard from the throat of the horrified infant. Not to be compared, but this could be a mixture of Inade, Arca Funebris, and Grunt. Pure rebellion of sound, walls of supporting vibrations conducting the listener to the assimilation of unknown concepts, such as real freedom, real contemplation, and the visualization of a new doctrine based upon menaces over the feeble. This is Fire and real abuse of grinding power. After such a condensation of embers, a new face of Karna appears. The soft piano notes of "Scars" resemble just the moment we start writing our last will. However the tunes shown here give the right value to all scars endured while on earth, after all, they are the salt of our existence. Finally, "Behind the Mask of Sanity" is developed as a continuation of what is the purpose of Karna, breath, scars, thirst, ugly eyes, demential force, conducted imagination, symbols of demons and freezing drops falling as nails over our understanding. The mosaic of reversed subjects and views continues its demonstration of strange figures, false archetypes of nauseating truth, hard-to-grind mouthfuls of bitter contents. The voice reading a text in English and the resulting madness is almost orgasmic, 'we have to see- we have to know', the determining lament and our final stage: lifeless body whose once moving animator (clown) sometimes called 'you' was always trying to satisfy the rest, the others. Those behind the laughable mask of sanity.
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