Under benediction she
Ploughed in slumberland
As egret
Lolium uncoiled,
She pecked through with gnoses,
From squall and serenity
Stroke rimpled from her lapse,
She anchored herself
Though imprevious,
Scorch she, gently
And now she’s frosted,
Moldering in this aestivate
Vitiate she, pilgrim, only of
which could ingest mirth
She created the supplest hands
By which she evanish
A bewitching imagining of black metal lore set in the old American west. You can positively inhale the aura of despair and thick smoke that this record evokes. Grim cinematic atmosphere transmogrified into music. bloodbrulee
When it comes to the "atmosphere" in "atmospheric black metal", this release probably succeeds the most in making me feel like i exist within this universe of music. domfabio