Beckoning the chthonic wildman, waking the shadow animus. — In times where culture-sapped plebeian life appears to celebrate […]
i voidhanger records italy
By ship, after a taxing number of years at sea we arrive upon the old world dioramic scene […]
All fleshe is grasse — Wrathful iconoclasm by the hands of the displaced, forgotten and ignored grants no […]
“Son of Iapetus, surpassing all in cunning, you are glad that you have outwitted me and stolen fire […]
Whistling through the vacuous, thinning air and leaving a slow-descending spray of mercurial blood to hang precariously in […]