Megalith Levitation/Dekonstruktor "Split" (DigipakCD)

Crossing the Abyss could be deed of true valiance, demanding all the wayfarer’s focus and confidence in his body and mind. Once you escape the dim shining path of the Spirit, the coarse primordial whirlwind of non-existential Matter blows out slender conscious’ flame, leaving no trace of its brittle ember. Overcoming the Great Womb appeals to the boldness; and sometimes much more than the wanderer can not even afford, but simply imagine. Is the Revelation worth its road making by walking? Will the trembling before the Abyss be only an echo of coldness of all further paths? Wouldn't it be great daring to take a firm step away from an unsteady path – and then to do selfless leap into the Void?

We do not know. But someone knows it for sure. Here are their words and their doings.

This dull smoke of Opium Ceremony clouds eyes of the restless, leading them into Despair. The being’s Beheaded Horizon sprinkles out the Heaven’s bitter ichor. Magma Pulse of waste badlands beats the heart rhythm of ones, who are empty. Those who perished for rest of the world, who rejected sweet dreams in chimerical light of Sun of Deception makes their bent – Voidonautics. All is nothing, and nothing embraces all the things. ‘As above, so below’ – so you were told? So know that – Ecumene holds much more roads than deuce of opposite ladders. Those who follow the helix of demiurgeous selflessness measured the pace of their two black phalanges. This is the march of two Smoking Pits’ Orchestras. Destination is death. Then only further, to the expanse where all noises merges in single, opaque and clarion. With no haste and without screaming. Without resort. Without solace. And without verge of all this.