Haze from the Wyvern's mountain recedes as I reach its substratum--the end of this trail onto the start of the next. The sun, writhing across the horizon, leaves its wake in shades of red and gold--a vast expanse, enveloping the sky above.
A portal appears. Pillars of blackened ore erected, streams of charged particles course back and forth. Betwixt the columns, a face of flames flashes as three creatures step forth... the atronachs. The sun is gone, though the sky is yet a lucid red. Before me is a gateway to the plains of Oblivion.
Being of frost: a towering fiend without eyes... composed entirely of ice, its limbs sharp as daggers.
Being of storm: a diaphanous and teeming entity... swirling with carved rocks, interwoven with electrical currents.
Being of fire: a humanoid, mercurial siren... swiftly gliding in black armor, its body a collection of writhing flames.
They surround me... preparing their attack. Unleashed, it surges towards me... I lose consciousness, but awake to see they have met their demise, with naught but a feeling of extreme warmth...
supported by 31 fans who also own “Entry IV: Atronachs”
Terrifiant, ravageur, l'album vous en met plein la g... pendant plus d'1 heure. A ce titre, il est sans doute un peu trop long, et difficilement assimilable. Néanmoins, cela reste un très bon album sur le plan musical - mais j'avoue écouter très peu de tech-death... baudelagon
supported by 22 fans who also own “Entry IV: Atronachs”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego