Taken from Polygonia's EP Children Of Chaos on Secuencias Temporales Records, out August 16.

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In the heart of Stockholm, Innan Gryningen create atmospheric evenings with ambient / techno / live / electronic music, art and ritual. We await the dawn of the soul.

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We hail the Goddess of spring,
of vibrancy, of stirring bounty,
of the waking earth,
that readies itself for the seed.
We hail the Goddess of sunshine,
and cycles, and changes,
and all good and terrifying things.
We pray for fertility in our works,
of minds, and hearts, and hands.
We pray for blessings,
and the gift
of hope’s manifestation.
We hail the Goddess of spring,
as Her bounty covers the land.
Eostre, be Thou praised.

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Innan Gryningens latest release; 

https://innangryningen.bandcamp.com/album/soldis-ep


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Brighid of the sunrise
Rising in the morning
Rising with the Springtime
Greening all the land
See you in the soft cloud
See you in the raindrop
See you in the winds of change
Blowing through the land
You the red eared white cow
Nourishing the people
Nourish now the hunger
Souls longing in our land
Bird that is unfolding
Now the time's upon us
Only have we eyes to see
Your Epiphany

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’𝘛𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳’𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺’𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘺’𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴
𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘣𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴;
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘬:
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘵𝘩’ 𝘩𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬,
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘴-𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬,
𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳’𝘥; 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩,
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳’𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘌𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩.'

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When I discovered techno in February of 1992, it changed me 💥 Started DJing that same year 👍🏾

A guy,
on a path.





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