Another fine entry in God Is Myth's low-print run Lovecraft series, this time some black metal from the void of space from the mysterious The True Endless. Structured around Lovecraft's short story Polaris, a dreamlike tale of a mysterious city whose gilded domes conceal dark secrets, this short release is over almost before it began, lingering hauntingly in the mind even after the details have begun to bleed. Slumber, watcher, till the spheres, Six and twenty thousand years Have revolv'd, and I return To the spot where now I burn.
It shall be duly noted that all sounds contained within, whether sublime or most horrible, remain solely for the purposes of research and shall not be transmitted onto any other frequency. All responsibility lies, once this narrow threshold is crossed, with you, gentle reader. I shall do my best to assist your journey should things go awry, but be forewarned: This way lies madness.
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