LIVE REPORT: Deadsoul Festival 2024
Frozen great white northern might.
Frozen great white northern might.
Draped in death, the howl of lore.
The doubts are swarming in my head.
This can’t be how I lose everything I love.
The ghostlike horizon of your eye.
We have reached the brink of this terminal world.
I have stared deep into the abyss.
Rotting in a vile grave was the only way.
A step through doorways of unearthly beauty.