Within the Darkened Sanctuaries of Black Metal
The air crackles with a ancient energy. Walls of iron bear inscribed symbols, whispers of abyssal lore. Here, in the gloom, a gathering of souls embraces chaos. The roiling drums of hate catalyze a vortex of sound, a sonic heresy that rend the veil between worlds. The melodies are sharp, a knife to the soul. The chants wail of despair, an ode to