How would you know?
We're not already on our way
Down where fallen empires lay
And how could you entrust your fate
In one trick ponies in their weathered spires
Can you sense the tides of time?
Against the hull of our tiny vessel
Caught by a storm
With the sound of spalling wood
All that's left are these faded journals
From our golden era
Without her grace we'd fall like stone
From pinnacle heights
Into the deepest abyss
Without her grace we'd fall like stone
From crumbling towers
Of our bygone illusions
This is a troubled age
For the ones who have seen
Both sides of the coin
The paralyzed world
Serving the same master
That made them crawl
In absence of grace...
Bridging Nordic black metal with traditional Celtic folk, the Idaho crushers forge heavy music with a heroic medieval spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2023