Eight millions assembled
In the bed of the Tranquil River
How is it that in my retreat, my absence
A lively uproar of Darkness,
The high planes shook
Pushing forth the mirror
To draw out the terrified
You must not go back
Further in than this
The momentary masters of discarded conceit
Pushing ever forward this
Broken string of code
A common unit of time to tick
A thousand million years
Approaching a stellar death
Consuming all that is left
How is it that in my retreat, my absence
Ten thousand years of rivers of blood
Flowing through my veins
With each step
Center of the universe
Holding our breath
Approaching a stellar death
Consuming all that is left
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Massive, blackened riffs. Scorching vocals. Smart songwriting with nice atmospheric touches. The Howling Wind's "Vortex" offers a lot to love for fans of all things heavy. Tim Clark