hymn to the end of the century the Devil and his disciples, sitting in a stone chamber surrounded by symbols of their power, the landscape visible in all directions, peopled by demons a vast city of corpses perpetually rotting, their erratic grins piercing the latticework of their glass cages. if it is possible: a hymn to the end of the century. suspicion and mistrust plant their black powder in the folds of our bodies, working their way into our blood to pollute our thoughts.
	location: Paris date: Summer 1992 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):