Candlemass – The Door to Doom

The oaken doors to the cathedral, shut, stand unmovable. Embellished with the indelible mark of the triumphant few who pass into the pantheon beyond, they separate the greatness of legends from the mundane, the lacklustre, the expendable. Bells above herald doom, cloaked by everlasting rains but heard throughout the land. When those bells toll, you... Continue Reading →

Vol. I: The Face of Sperm-Encrusted Evil

Autumn beckons. The smiley happy people begin to retreat to their dank and faux-pleasant abodes with their Heart.FM radio blazing out the same forty odes of delirious bullshit written by twenty people and sung by pretty people. Deep under their feet the underground stirs with sounds so nightmarish their skulls would implode if they were... Continue Reading →

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