Svarthol by Dauðaró

"Við sökkvum í djúpið."

Prepare for an immense and harrowing descent into the maw of a black hole. Crushing sounds echo the inexorable pull of gravity, each note a fragment of matter being stretched and torn apart.

As you cross the event horizon, time fractures and the black hole speaks—not in words, but in vibrations, in deep guttural tones that bypass the ears and pierce directly into the soul. Its message is cryptic yet profoundly personal, a riddle of existence and obliteration.

Crossing the event horizon, the black hole lulls you into a false sense of calm, twisting your perception as it warps reality and devours your mind.

If you can't afford to pay for my music for any reason but would like to add it to your collection, just send me a message and I'll give it out for free. I don't want money to be the reason why someone can't own my stuff.

One man band from Iceland.