Numenorean, Wormwitch, Xenotaph
Add to Cal
The pain of life's journey does not relent. It beats against the soul's shores until the spirit is eroded. The child dies smiling, in the bliss of eternal unknowing. Comfort is found in the abyss. The destination seems bleak, ingrained deep within us. In its depths, we find what we have known all along: 'Home'.
Black Metal from Oakland