Judas Goat by Trepaneringsritualen

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

de-za-kh-a-da-sh-ba-a-ha-v.se