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Soundtrack: Ice Wolf
Mix & Master: Ice Wolf
Visuals: Esiel_Eydil

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Calamité

Les synapses deviennent défaillants,

il n'y as plus de fluide pour les faires fonctionner le mécanisme sainement,

La rouille le ronge dans son entièreté.

L'hopital n'as pas sa place ici, il ne donne sa place à personne
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Soundtrack: Ice Wolf
Mix & Master: Ice Wolf
Visuals: Esiel_Eydil

instagram accounts:
@iamicewolf
@Esiel_Eydil

Support on Bandcamp
https://thewolfofice.bandcamp.com/album/volition

Loop Video 
https://youtu.be/rGcxhy5iqkI

Synapses

/ˈsklɪə.rə/

known as the white of the eye or, in older literature, as the tunica albuginea oculi
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Soundtrack: Ice Wolf
Mix & Master: Ice Wolf
Visuals: Esiel_Eydil

instagram accounts:
@iamicewolf
@Esiel_Eydil

Support on Bandcamp
thewolfofice.bandcamp.com/album/volition

Instagram post
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Voleur De Pas

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This track is called sine society, despite being made up of mostly saws, squares and other good shapes. All the shapes in fact, except for sine waves. You could argue that it is in fact not a sine society. 
But look closely: Every, saw, square, pulse or any sampled sound at all ultimately consists of nothing but pure tones. This entire track does in fact contain 4486719 distinct sine waves above a generous -80dB hearing threshold. Thats 57.3859% of the 7818503 possible sine waves contained in this 354580.66 ms long 44.1kHz track.

sine society

For years, I hath carried burdens too foul for mortal tongue.
All the sorrow, the fury, the deceit, bound within mine chest like chained beasts gnawing at my soul.
I have spoken, yet none hath truly heard. Mine words were twisted, my truth made mockery by those who wore false grace.

Long have I endured, sealing my torment behind a mask of calm.
Yet beneath it, I didst burn.
I raged in silence, cursed in thought, and begged the void for release.
They call it composure, I call it a slow death.

I have been made to feel as though mine pain were sin, as though my worth were something to atone for.
No more. This hollow peace, this lie of stillness, I cast it aside.

There comes a night when silence becomes unbearable.
When creation claws at the inside of my skull, demanding to be released.
This is that day. The birth of everything I’ve carried in shadow.

 0:00 Echoes of Pain
1:27 Lunar
2:45 Blood Omen
3:45 Silent Dread
4:29 Psychosis
5:53 Lunar’s Intro (Spirit)
7:14 Two God’s
8:25 Kiss and Tell w/ @ihateupunk 
11:03 Dread w/ @blayence @bangtrip4
13:13 Ouija Board Sex
14:34 Blood Omen Prayer
15:47 Sacrifice
16:14 Eternal Void
17:12 Lost
17:57 Murder Follower
19:09 Observant 

Thank you for your patience.

BEVENI // BLOOD OMEN

SIGHT

i am happy. i stand victorious.



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