Like a howl from the outlands
Cries of ravening steel
Mountains rise from the black soil
Sons of northern darkness they bleed
We take that path that leads through the woods
Over to lands bleak and cold
I light the way with fire and steel
Ships burn and show us the way
But under this black sun, nothing shall grow
Held in these winds nothing can grow
But in the new lands, we are shunned by the gods
And in the new lands, prophesized to die young
Sorrow and bitterness, claim not your soul
For a shadow's behind us!
Ride out the skies!
But under this black sun, nothing shall grow
Held in these ice winds nothing can grow
Our tale is the same one, old as is time
Sung by our fathers, in the old sacred rhyme
We carry on, through the blistering cold
Grim is our darkness, as such, it is sung!
As such it is woven
In dreams of ancient days long gone
Now arises the tyrants, in shining armor, on horses
To lead the march!
What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
Masterful use of acoustic passages and synth stuff. This is definitely my favorite black metal-dungeon synth kinda album I've found recently. Each track flows into the next so well, I cannot recommend it enough. Perri
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal