Into the vast forest of death i welcome thy. Sharpen the blade of my iron sword. Light the fires on the torch, soon you'll realize your impending doom.
A choir of daggers comes from below. A dark soul illuminates under the blood moons glow. The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky. As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night.
Panthior, this is the end. A viscous circle has broken at the seem. No regrets your name is void. The spectral wolf howls at the frostbitten sky.
A choir of daggers comes from below. A dark soul illuminates under the blood moons glow. The shrill horn of death, under a blackened sky. As the lightning strikes, we'll creep through the night.
We forage through the sacred ruins. A celestial force demands the tipping of the scales.
To Secartha now, With unruly force. Vehement opposition, Take back the throne.
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This is the most personally appealing piece of music I have run into in a long time - from the beautiful lyrics and art and the crushing, non pretentious gorgeous heavy music. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, crushing - are there are other words? Gorgeous, exquisite.... sock4never
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten