Nyxie

Rhythm is both the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. What do you still want to be said of the singer? What do you think you can still draw from my lips? Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the old secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart.