Mortimer Skarsgaard saw a shatteringly shimmering, silver hue emerge from behind a bench under a freshly burned-out street-lamp in 2008. In that year, they began to make phantoms. Barth Wooster took sudden flight from his hometown in a neighboring state into a state of harmony. In this state, they make phantoms. Alisander Borealis came across a woman who proclaimed herself a deity of Terror, and of Music. Of Music, they will make phantoms; of Terror...makes each his own.
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Mortimer Skarsgaard saw a shatteringly shimmering, silver hue emerge from behind a bench under a freshly burned-out street-lamp in 2008. In that year, they began to make phantoms. Barth Wooster took sudden flight from his hometown in a neighboring state into a state of harmony. In this state, they make phantoms. Alisander Borealis came across a woman who proclaimed herself a deity of Terror, and of Music. Of Music, they will make phantoms; of Terror...makes each his own. Through the sounds of the spectrum of calming to harrowing harmonies, the idling of organs and buzz of synthesized sounds; across the vast landscape of echoing guitars and pianos; and under the spell of soul-shaking, percussive rhythms...they will make phantoms. They are Ghosts who have Ghosts. They pull the covers over their eyes and become Dreamers who have Dreams. From their Dreams, they have Stories. These Stories, they write into Songs...about Ghosts who have Ghosts, and Dreamers who have Dreams...
