Cyclicataclysm by Myaelin

Cyclicataclysm observes the recurring machinery of collapse with clinical detachment. Five tracks, capturing a fragment of the cycle, the slow reappearance of ancient terrors under new names and the internal erosion that follows. Beneath the noise lies a quiet inevitability: that the end is never singular, only recycled. A document of psychic decay rendered in dissonance and debris.

The sands of time flow in circles.
Every era bleeds into the next.
The ghost of Niewieder echoes through the ruins, time and time again.

Zenchaos collective.