It was the sun, that first questioned all of life’s futility
and as her rays fell onto the frost covered land,
roots of forthcoming existence awakened solemnly.
For it now seems, that all living has come from me.
The ubiquity of ancient woods
with limbs prolonged
beckoned to be the sanctuary of the sky.
And it is in these moments that I am one with her eternal majesty.
Mighty oaks transcend this past stoic yet bereaved
and await the winter of depravity.
Where mountains overshadow the land
allusions to the once most ancient
Of eldest stone, a furrowed face of god.
The eternal essence of forbearance.
May this forest forever bring misanthropy from those of feeble minds
And may the darkness forever grant sanctuary from the forlorn kind
supported by 68 fans who also own “The Light Bereaved, Op. VII”
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 41 fans who also own “The Light Bereaved, Op. VII”
This is one of those albums when you put it on you cant help but close your eyes and let it just take you in, the places this album takes you are equally dark and scary and they are beautiful yet gloomy. It's just some great atmosphereic black metal. Doomsterfire2049