Friday, July 18, 2014

Posted by \m/ The Power of the Riff \m/ | File under :

In the cold dark barren wasteland of the forsaken far beyond the hellish torment their desperate cries can be heard like a desolate whisper spewed forth with venomous bile. Cold dark razor sharp dissonant riffs of black might. The void is where we dwell the ritual our spell. An ep of ritualistic black metal which draws you in to it's hypnotic black heart and holds you mesmerised within it's compelling darkness.


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