Unheard, archaic incantations from the very beginning of the creation, translated for the modern day’s occultist candidates by clean and recent sounding. The stable, monotonous tones work well with open fires, lonely lamentations or could be a musical backdrop for any supernatural sacrament.

An existential sermon rules the horizontal level, apprehensible fragment by fragment and tone by tone, but on the vertical plane the musical tendrils of disparate meanings affix themselves as an extensive, ever-changing complexity. Highly recommended to sample the lyrics several times before the listening, sense their notions and then let the opus weave its phenomenal fabric of views.

Our conclusion on the elite of the Black Arts.

Behold! The undead march is started and you're a proud member of the battalion. The earthy vocals impeccably blends into the ceremonial guitar play and the end result is a traditional but stylish battle call from the deepest underground. Listen this piece covered in leather and/or steel, after some drinks and together with the mighty, trustworthy and brave.