Still, after all these years, one of my favorite black metal albums. Frost has an unbelievably recognizable blast beat, and it's a fast one. Satyr is a fucking master of black metal interludes. The ultimate perfection of acoustic guitar and piccolo. And besides that just some legit cold, raw riffs. One just imagines a scene where the unholy tyrants ride through the woods cleaving and decapitating wretched Christian scum. Their blood stains the earth red reminding those who worship their Abrahamic gods that they are not welcome. These doers of noble deeds ride their hellish steeds into the foreboding castle where they contemplate love, proper animal treatment, and parcheesi. For in these days of late the plague of lies has grown evermore contaminable. The true dark medieval times...
RYM
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zomg i remeber tis albm. it wuz soe hart.
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