The disc opens to the vast, slowly roiling sonic vortex which is Hollow flight .
Strings accent the swirl, which seems to contain transmuted human voices.
Rising and falling, the thick waves of Groundswell surge powerfully, yet placidly. Soothing, yet menacing, if that's possible. The sound of clanging bells seems to have been stretched and looped in Cires divam , and a lone monk's voice shifts in and out of the trance-inducing pattern. Billowing like a cloud, the processed voices of Omaneska swirl hazily to be underscored by a mechanical drone and string. Eventually, the strings return, blowing in like an icy wind cutting across a mountaintop.