The hour is near. The chime of a clock signals impending doom. Unicron transforms, body re-arranging into a massive, planet-spanning city. All around, an inhabited planet crumbles into rubble. The twelve Primes are mere dolls in the face of this might.

Here is a collection of songs, a concept album for the planet devourer. Inspiration to poets and artists, romantic object of death cultists.

Explanations here: http://ageofblossoms.dreamwidth.org/179723.html#cutid1

9 tracks