The winds that blow here bring memories of antiquity.
A cursed voyage sets sail.
I nordan fiäll ligger et slott.
A dead year in review.
We keep sinking the song, and laugh as you drown with it.
Let’s set a New Compass Point to follow and deeply perceive
Reflections from the Ebony Tower
Evil emanates from the boiling rays of the sun.
Once daylight dies and darkness enters, a prying weirdness envelops the living world.
Devastating heat brings devastating sounds up from the earth to invade all safe spaces.