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 →

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