Review: Green Carnation – A Dark Poem, Part II: Sanguis
Oh, to cower before a flaming orange orb…
Oh, to cower before a flaming orange orb…
Even after the end of the world, there’s still hope for prog metal bingo.
Free drinks for everyone? At the end of the world, it’s the least you could do.
Are we the wormwood?
I’m not sure how you could even see an eclipse from behind.
Death/doom with a banjo, cello, and theremin!?
Not the never-neverland Metallica promised to take us to.
Winter’s summer anthems.
These songs are something you never can forget.
It’s cheaper to buy your advent Kalandras now than it will be on December 1st.