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Nocturnal spectre, supernal aggressor,
cast thyself down to the marshlands below.
Yan! Tan! Tethera!
Though, be hesitant not,
for I shall lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
where the Dacre Beasts prowl,
petrified, though still steadfast eternal,
in the realm of the elder lore.
Where blackthorn once rested and heather grew thick,
the cold stones of Lacra gaze down at us yet..
WYVERN ALOFT!
Glacial troughs carve pastures by the river,
white-vested wizards lay upon forlorn moors.
Condensed from the dew, the dry-stone cradle to majesty incarnate,
old monuments cherish the essence of Thule.
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supported by 63 fans who also own “Eyes Unto the Hills”
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 55 fans who also own “Eyes Unto the Hills”
Melodic, almost pagan black metal out of Iceland with some of the most aggressive vocals I've heard in the genre. It's balls to the walls from the first note with few respites, but its melodic enough to not overstay its welcome. Jeff Wilson