Redwood dominions commenced through the cremation of care,
arcane apparitions and nocturnal shrines,
secured beneath the masonic seal..
Effigies in black fuelling the furnace of Moloch
Fires of occultic radiance, banishing the dull cares of man,
Luciferian conspiracies haunting the forest moon..
The temple of the night owl, illuminated in lunar blasphemy...
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
There is a disturbing turned-inside-out feeling to the music of Skáphe which I am addicted to. Though the voice sounded more inhuman on the debut, their music keeps its unreal shape. Entleiber