Chanting lines of torment, despair and sorrow with the sonic frenzy of melancholic choirs.
Summon the dead and chant rites of magick. Turn flesh cold and watch eyes become glass. Expand your mind into darker realms of the psyche and feel the embrace of the cold winds. See the light of the moon and find solace in it and the dead grass and leaves below. Stand in the cemetery of the fallen world and join us in our tomb.