The plough prepares the field for corn; in time it is overgrown with grass or thorn. Who long has rested cannot run apace; the shattered horse is hindermost in the race. The boat consumes and lives in every rim; when on long beaten it ceases to swim. I came as a fox and reigned as wolf and I’ll die as a dog. The trouble of the head: the tempest of the tongue: the shipwreck of sanctity and soul: the storm of the body.
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018
If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2013