Dark folk in its best. Neoclassical, doom and atmospheric black metal influence. Mystical jewel in the dark forests. Medieval stories, epic choirs and storytelling vocals. Hendungen echoing. Poems Vanished into the dark
and maybe forever gone and never heard it again.

Lucid tower high
By the starry roof
Thou seems ever nigh
Even far aloof

And when darkness falls
Into the deep of night
The moon clads those old walls
In silver paint of light

On damp ground he walks
And lays the frost upon
The meadows and the moss
The hunt of fall is on

The archer and his bow
Roam in the valleys cold
Eleven brothers know
Again they’re getting old