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Sose bluotrenki
Sose lidirenki:
Ben zi bena
Bluot zi bluoda
Lid zi geliden
Sose gelimida si«

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The most elusive of T × R × P albums finally sees a reissue, courtesy of Cloister Recordings. The six songs — here accompanied by a seventh, previously unreleased outtake — finds the most primordial impulses of T × R × P refined into short, focused spells. Spells that lurch like atavistic beasts through fog-veiled forests. Spells that echo like the ancient voice of the Northern Winds. Spells that resound like the haunted dirges of free men enslaved. Spell that Bind.

We hang ourself from trees and crosses. We bleed and suffer. All in roaring silence.

Eternity is but an instant.

The spectre of T × R × P is channelled through ᚦᛟᚦ ᚷᛁᚷ, ᚾᛟᚺ ⩝⚭⩝, and ᛏᛇᚱᚫ ᚾ ∴ ᚾ ∴ ᚾ

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