We´re crying for death
Quits enemy's life,
So will cut your breath
This unholy knife
Doom of darkness!
Might of blackness!
Then stronger I shall
Shall turn while you bleed,
Don't get in my hall
Where grow hatred seeds
Doom of darkness!
Might of blackness!
White lonelyness, cold forest, deep,
Shining moon, thou art o'er high trees,
Wild wolves are coming to thy call,
In front of thee all things seem small
I've conquered your lands
So you are my slaves,
Now dig with your hands
To make your own graves
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024