Infiltrating deadly ogre stronghold
Many of our friends are captives here
Foul stench of bodies laying rotten
Bones and limbs are spewed about the mess
Ancient dragon ruins lost to time
Overrun by giant folk and kin
Hold your breath... lest they hear us coming
We must free the last of our men
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
Absolutely strong, black and bitter, like a cup of good old coffee or a properly packed pipe of strong tobacco. The album won't let you go unless you listen through it since the very first minute to the very last one, sunken in the frozen obsydian abyss. 10/10. lanserger22