The night is quiet and dark there is no moon in the sky
A ghostly glow on horizon at the northern side
The hunting horn will pierce the silence of the night
The wild hunt begins its flight
Black hooded figures is coming for your soul
No way to run no way to hide
You already under their control
Black dogs are barking and growling they smells you
You belong to them you their hunting throphy
They will take you with them
If “atmospheric black metal” implies majestic comedowns and dramatic dynamics, this powerhouse instead constitutes anti-atmospheric black metal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 23, 2021