A breath into the earth, to form a dense mist
Divide the land in two, and hold old friends.
Who knows why the mist never disperses.
It is as thick as it was in ancient times.
And the times are ancient, for the mist was old
Even when our grandfathers' grandfathers were young.
Stories tell that the mist was not always there, and that we used to fare
In the lands beyond, but those days must be long gone...
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