LIVE REPORT: Reality Unfolds 2025, New Cross Inn
Race towards the sun, my crippled pride undone, and all that makes me real, secedes to stone and steel.
Race towards the sun, my crippled pride undone, and all that makes me real, secedes to stone and steel.
Solitude is a soft disease.
Dying doesn’t make this world dead to us
Organometallic assimilation.
With rotting ways comes destiny.
Frozen great white northern might.
Draped in death, the howl of lore.