Erythrite Throne "Call of the Northern Moon" Pro-tape

Hear the call of the northern moon in the black of night, fall from the stars into the cold to banish all his light. Fallen angel, weep at the altar for me. Fall from heaven to crash into the mud and shine so beautifully. The taste of royal blood lingers on the tip of my tongue, hollow hearts sunken in the snow for the songs that we have sung. Humanity will bathe in the blood of their young, may we live deep in eternal night so we may never see the sun..

Released By Ancient Meadow Records.