There is no man that had the power over the spirit to retain the spirit. Neither had he had power in the day of death: and there is no discharge in that war, neither shall wickedness deliver those that are given to it.

Not so far in the future all we know and care about will perish and be long gone within dust & wind that carries it. All the prophecies were correct, there's nothing left. The great War desolated everything. We bring you soundtrack for this desolated and abandoneded place with lonely desire to wake up from the dormancy. Postwar Brutal Style shows the audio future that will happen if we destroy everything. Dark, cloudy and blurry... Feeling afraid? You should be! From here to eternity we are left all alone and forgotten. Maybe... We have our guardian angels looking after us and the Grim Reaper himself. Death is looking at the Earth in the future as it's own little kinky playground.

And Death is a gentleman too. It makes good losers of us all. Life is more terrifying and more mysterious. After all; every life is precious. It's only vital to preserve it. And he strongly disagrees with that.

Time lost its relevancy... We came to the point where future cannot be predicted anymore; to the point of no return, no way back... There's only one thing left. The vision that brought us light is fading now... Once and forever.

Welcome to Postwar Brutal Style.

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