|Holding Camp In Ov Woods Of Impenetrable Frostbitten Darkness.|
Bringing the bare essentials, Hatchet, Brian's Winter, Necronomicon, Chocolate stout beer, Irish Mist herb whiskey, deer jerky, spiced meats, potato salad, sweet potatoes, a halrberd, two battle axes, and bear fur coat/chain mail to keep me warm I currently reside in the mountainous region of hell known as the white mountains. The way is shut.
It was made by those who are Dead.
And the Dead keep it.
The way is shut.
Walking In The Air
Brought my VCR to watch this instrumentally significant 15 minute wordless movie.
Dream Folk for writing in my journal about the days events. Skinning a moose, and using it's antlers to attach to my head,myself becoming the horned Irish deity Cernunnos.
In The Falling Snow
Depressive, atmospheric black metal for truding through the blistering windswept landscape.
Wintery ambient black metal for attacking my enemy nazi zombie hordes in the blanket of snow and then cracking open a beer afterwards.
Gotta have the neo-folk
In the Rain
|7||Black Mountain Transmitter|
Black Goat Of The Woods
Dark ambient for channeling the Scandinavian devil goddess Tunrida to embrace me in her arms, granting me powers ov an un-christian coffee house proportion.
Folk metal for morphing into a lycan, haunting the mountains of madness while serving as messenger and guard of Cthulhu.
Don't Fall In Love
Shoegaze for reminiscing about losing my lost love to a carpenter. A gypsy carpenter at that.
In Cauda Semper Stat Venenum
Dark 70's prog rock with organs and shit to continue being dark and ominous.
Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill
Impenetrable sadness swells my heart till it blackens and chars itself into nothingness. Oh thy loneliness will never go away.
Hymn to Abramelin
1986 was a great year. Messiah pisses on Metallica and Slayer with this audio onslaught.
This Night Will Flee
Bleak Scandinavian Indie Pop for recollecting the better days of youth where times weren't so hard.
|14||Life In the Dark|
The Sunya Is Rising
Bleak instrumental soundscapes, the piano, the drone, the waves of distortion. The walk of a solitary man embracing his fate while walking past an old 1800's burial ground.
Hold On Tight
Ultimately he finds redemption and sense of purpose.... and his spirit has been reborn from the charred remains. The wings spread once more and the man smiles as the bright sun warms his face.