"The accumulation of hundreds of years of vampiric hate and poisonous blood. A vile, raw, moribund attack of archaic pestilential breaths. The odour of Arkäatakörvkre and Vaërlv will contaminate your soul for eternity. Architects of true underground Black Metal canticles, glorifying the horrifying grandeur of the almighty tyrant pan-Satan."
Tour de Garde (CA)