Cloud Come Cadaver
Sound the alarums and light the beacons! Blow those long thin trumpet things with banners hanging off them! Kill something and roast it! Emanations from the throne room of Empire AshNav itself!
Delighted in Isolation
I first heard this whilst I was off work sick. Thus I was horizontal, in a room dimly lit solely by spill from the curtain edges and in a state of feverish, over-medicated near-delirium. Perfect.
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