And finally, I leave my silver crown under this throne
Cold, frozen by the fear of my enemies
The winter moon reflects in the gold of my armor
Surrounded by merciless and hellish souls
Destruction has been inflicted on my kingdom
Commanded and armed by myself
The emperor was a fake this whole time
Only a facet of his own pain
Ruthless leader of the werewolves of night
A nation seized by war, glory and mayhem
They are close to the valley of fire
Embodied by the figure of the emperor of death
The snow falls beneath my retired blade
Graduating the white with the red of blood
This cold combination will be my last feeling
Left in the form of a winter letter
supported by 5 fans who also own “Return of Night Emperor”
It's Wampyric Rites.. you can taste the brutality and feel the knife across your skin. If you howl at the moon or have an insatiable bloodlust.. this is for you. \M/ jimboa7x
supported by 5 fans who also own “Return of Night Emperor”
Guys describe it perfectly.
This is magical, sad,eternal,hatred,emotional.
All in one.
Love so much the piano here and guitar riffs are spectacular.
🖤 SANDRA.N.696
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024