Rotting Christ One With The Forest
among deep green hills two eyes get lost in forests crystal flower images slip among the trunks of the trees visions appear from the ground shades without roots but still exist strange animals an eternal vital chain monstrous pre-historic a level of unearthly power but still... everything flows some kind of a magic scar everything gets harmonized with the move of light quick move of image impossible to stay untouched material follows the equilibrium quickly release the earthly flesh