Cold winds are
Foretelling.
Freeze.
The storm is nigh.
Yeaaaaaaaah!
The moon and the stars,
Even the sun -
Ritual light
Heathen masters, you forgot, he brought
He’ll introduce to them, should you wish
Let that sink in!
Perceive:
The eighteenth I know I have never told
I’m wandering alone and I’m feeling so cold
My presence here could be a dream
For I could not be even real
But rituals are almost done
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024