Shapeless watchers
gaze from the dark recess of night
curse us khaibut
in lost wandering dream
the old ones would be happy forever
in a state neither needing food nor casting shadows
thy only
thy soul
we were born over the cruelest of stone
the old world growing further through us
casting profiles of atrocities across the wall
awakening us from our figures
Bridging Nordic black metal with traditional Celtic folk, the Idaho crushers forge heavy music with a heroic medieval spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2023