CAW!! Melodic blackened darkness iron from Dublin is shiny and thus worthy of my tiny beak. CAW!!! I have yet to devote mine ears to a full record though I had at one point picked upon feed neath the bins outside of the album listening party in Fibber's. CAW!!! There are none more black. None more shiny. Sacred ritual magic from the frosted mountain lord. Impenetrable darkness it is. CAWW!!! C-C-CAWW! Where is Nocturnal Holocaust!? Where have they been!? In their place lurks the candle-lit ceremony of Aeternum Vale. CAAAAAWWWW!..
EVIL SMOKE! The kind of which lingers and stalks, a thick fog molesting the night sky. Melody, yet wrong. An ordinal filth. CAW!! Were they a bin, I would partake.
Partake in them, indeed, at Seasons Beatings in Fibbers on the sixth of our 12th month. As well as many other shiny musical groups. CAW!!!
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