An imaginary old wanderer (vagus vetus) journeys through an unfamiliar labyrinth and there's nothing good waiting for him. Disgusted with progress and modernity of all kinds, he enjoys listening to aeolian harps and sounds of postmortal flatulence. He finds his consolation in hedonic experiences of natural origin. The phraseology of extreme metal, though already pitiful and worn-out, is good enough to express the urgency of these topics.
Listen to him.
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