No lyrics, but thats okay. Though, I may not be able to decipher the words, this is definetly my language. Hailing from Siberia, Grima brings a wild and powerful tone, as large and daunting as the landscape itself. The album in its entirety is amazing, yet this track has stuck with me since the beginning. Press play and look to the mountains and trees, the savage and haunting timbers, the black, timeless mountains. Allow Grima to bring a primal presence, whispering and wailing of the land only visited by man, a place where bears and sables reign supreme.
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