We are the kings of the frozen mountains
We burn the holy circles
Lost in the ancient morning
We are the palehorse riders
We are the Wolfpack
We are the Motherfuckers
I can hear the blaring screams
I can hear the trumpets
Disgraced and doomed forever
We mow the holy ground
You have seen us in the distance
We are the ancients
Watchers of man and time, we are the hunters
My heart moans within me
We are crushing the last flower
I will bring the light
I will kill the day
I will cut the throat of god himself
I can still hear her scream, wolves are chasing the dream
Remembering the days of old, forever we are shitting gold
Hunters of the 7th sign, swine of christ they are blind
I can still hear her scream, I can still hear her scream
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The recipe is equal parts heavy and psychedelic sounds! Distorted guitars lay the foundation. Heavily distorted Hendrixian guitar solo’s screaming over backdrops of raw scuzzy acidic proto-doom ! Stephan
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The psychedelic escapades of mr. Harlon and his flock of dead crows are a new discovery for me, but one of my favourites in the past few years. Dark exploration of the human state, but with a tint of hope and determination. Vanja
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022
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So heavy and melodic that makes me wanna doom the entire day with those nice riffs and that soothing vocals that entices the definition of flowing with the void. Hell yeah!! josedenoche