Aeons in the darkness
Born of the temples of light
Descendants, ancestrals
Fled to the woods in the night
Their minds like machines
Sculpted the realms of magic
And for years they ruled
With the power of the arcana
Aeons in the sunlight
Enjoying the splendor of peace
The silence was broken
By the rising new races of Gaia
Unintelligent and brutish
We must destroy the blight
So they summoned a great meteor
to restore our planet to light
supported by 8 fans who also own “Mysteries of the High Elves”
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
supported by 8 fans who also own “Mysteries of the High Elves”
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