When hell opens its doors,
I will fall in, exhausted.
Spent years peering through the keyhole
Hoped for purpose, spied pressure.
Push the boulder up the mountain.
With torn hands, wrecked knees.
There will be no atlas no more.
Just a warden of troubled sleep.
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
What an album! The only reason the album didn't elevate them straight to stardom is not enough people heard it. Modern classic - from start to finish. c1ch