In a decaying orbit a forgotten satellite transmits messages on frequencies unused for decades. Every three minutes there is a short beep inside an abandoned factory on the outskirts of a city as a smoke detector warns the emptiness of the imminent failure of it's battery. Around a vacant lot filled with rubble the winter wind is blowing a torn plastic bag caught in the razor-wire fence surrounding this dead place. All of these things are symbols. Vague and subtle reassurances of mankind's carelessness and waste. Documented within the sonic wasteland of Somnium Seven's songs are the not so subtle reminders of mankind's symphony of sorrow. The hymns of the discarded souls.

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