Ruins of old
Heritage obliterated
Indigenous conquered
Decimation. Cleansings. Rejoice.
Heed the new frontier
Assimilation. Intoxication.
Beacon shining
Hatred of new
Exodus to old
Serenity in the primal wood
Ritualistic sacrifice
Malevolence of the wild
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Desolate Sanctum, void of our creations
Give me the serenity of your towers.
Beckoning me with limbs alight
Burn these specters into dust.
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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