IN COVERSATION: Jan Even Åsli of Vemod at Fortress Fest
In the trembling hand of tomorrow.
In the trembling hand of tomorrow.
Your God is a worm.
Unsteady hand wielding a final arrow.
Dimensions unfold in layered daze.
Lost in a palace of mirrors.
Control, divide, enslave, destroy.
A man is waiting for me at the end of the universe.
Hermetic corners of lonely blackness.
Clipped like a young rose.