Genre: Rock
Style: Black Metal
Year: 2019
Lights Have Faded Onward
Blood Still Drips From My Sorrowful Portrait
Only A Thought Of My Own Death Remains
Dancing Ablaze In Storms Of Endless Fury
From Fog Below A Setting Sun...
Strange Ones Voice Their Sorrow In My Dreams
Joy Is The Passing Of Our Moments
Into The Abyss I Walk
The Agony That Rots Beyond
Hateful Force Of Unseen Landscapes
Under The Carpathian Yoke
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