On an icy wind, NONE returns to chill our blood, still our hearts, and bury is in a blackened snowfall. Where Life Should Be is an avalanche of emotion and elegance come to terrorize your way of life and drag you into a bleak, cold terror. A single carved out of dark frost. This week stands no chance while in the presence of such a dread weight, looming, sundering, without relent. NONE is a monstrous creator, worthy of mighty praise for summoning such atmosphere and hopelessness.
No vocals this week... I caught the flu mid week and have been recovering since. I am almost out of virgins blood to bathe in so heres hoping I rid myself of that annoying mortal encumbrance (or at least now have power over it and can unleash it at will). Listen well to NONE this week for this week shall be one haunted beauty.
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THE MAD BARRON
The Source Of The Metal