Review: Myrath – Wilderness of Mirrors
Can the mirrors reflect the opening brilliance?
Can the mirrors reflect the opening brilliance?
The many faces of death in the peat of dreams.
Come bask in this blackened French atmosphere.
“I think, therefore I don’t speak French” – Descartes, maybe.
Moving pictures? … Nope, they seem pretty static.
Climbing a familiar mountain.
Blut Aus Nord have turned melodic?!?!
A utopia? In this economy?
Ain’t no party like a Prozac party
Welcome to spooky season, motherfuckers.