These ancient shores were forged with fire and blood
The way an empire was
With strength and pride, the will to conquer
Dominion over all
But somehow the weak got hold of the throne
Destroying what once was
And now there is nothing left
No gods, no devils, just frost
The rivers are dry, the fields are barren
The heroes are dead, the crown is worn by ghosts
The empire has faded, the fire has died
Everything was taken by frost, and Albion was lost
Wolves of Albion now prowl the waste
Heritage fades away, history marches on
Cold winds blow and rattle the trees, in a land left to freeze
Sempiternal ephemera, nothing changes here
Wolves of Albion now prowl the waste
Wolves of Albion seek the taste
All our boughs are broken
All our roots are rotten
All our leaves have fallen
We've burned the forests for naught
Probably the heaviest, most claustrophobic thing I've ever listened to. When I first heard 'Free Will' I was genuinely blown away, and I think that that is a very overused phase. Fitting here though. Wolfrost
The Indonesian act Kekal leaves no genre unturned, colliding black metal with industrial music with melodic post-rock on this stunning LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 25, 2023