The nights are cold. I can feel it deep within my bones. The city is a desert of toxic snow. Black smoke is rising towards the grey skies. No sane creature lives here. Only men.
The mines are deep below the ground. The humming of the engines never stops. It's so hot it almost burns. Inside dark elevators we are slowly going down.
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Very beautiful album! I was interested more in a guitar tracks, because a pure ambient-guitar music is more undiscovered for me than a piano music. But the piano tracks were beautiful too. You are guys have made a good work! Ashot Danielyan