Album: With Doom We Come
Year: 2018
Genre: Epic/Atmospheric Black Metal
Country: Vienna, Austria
Released: January 5th, 2018
There was an old king on a high throne:
His white beard lay on knees of bone;
In secret treasure in the dark ground;
Its strong doors were iron bound.
The swords of his thanes were dull with rust,
His glory fallen, his rule unjust,
His halls hollow, and his towers cold,
But king he was of elvish gold.
He heard not the horns in the mountain pass,
And he smelt not the blood on the trodden grass,
But his halls were burned and his kingdom lost;
And in a freezing pit his bones were tossed.
Day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
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