Spheres of black in an ocean of white; lifeless orbs in the snow
A hulking figure of carrion stench; a frozen horror unknown
Organs, entrails, coated in frost; red filth slathered on the walls of its cave
Die nameless, steaming and broken, marrow leaking, blood pouring from veins
The howling winds obscure your screams
Embracing the cold as your life force runs dry; death's jaws clamp shut as the snow piles high
Monstrosity timeless, born of the cold; ageless behemoth that roams through the drifts
Fragments of skull trapped in its fur; bone ground to dust in its grip
It knows no god, claims no king, consumed by hunger and hate
Femurs shattered, armor battered, the stench of slaughter emanates
supported by 8 fans who also own “Amongst the Drifts”
Dr. Wily is the climax of the continuous series of climaxes that makeup this album. The love of the source material truly shines through, every track hitting you right in the face with a delicious mixture of nostalgia and metal that leave the listener wanting more. Play it for your friends, play it for your love ones, play it for the future of humanity. matt mccoy
supported by 6 fans who also own “Amongst the Drifts”
Pair some epic power metal and heavy metal and you have yourself an amazing album. Produce an album like Abyss and you have an instant classic. I can't wait to hear what comes next from this talented group. Trevor Mills
A powerful metal opus, blending soaring vocals, intricate melodies, and thunderous riffs for an epic listening experience. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 26, 2023