« Standing on my skanking feet,
Tormenting the one I once was.
Crafting on a thiner sheet,
As if the wind simmered, whereas;
The beat down low, the nonchalant verb,
Striking my own vow, the malicious herb.
Creeping on the wandering souls, vividly,
Growing in my own beloved felony.
No rescuing will is about to reach us,
While the storm rages;
Ascended by the rush,
Offended by too many faces.
But the rush returned, bitter,
Cowardly, as the Hound.
And now only have I found,
How I would kneel for answer. »
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Slagwerk operates as a platform primarily focussing on contemporary music and digital art. Besides organizing events, they present themselves as a music label. Their aesthetic ranges from metamodern internetculture to endeavours into spiritual ambiences contaminated with strikingly metallic club environments.
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