It was an offering of sorts. The spoils of battle fall to those that divide, but there has to be proof. Proof of victory, proof of praise, the reckoning accepted.
We hung the body from the steeple, and through a libation of blood and ale honoured Him. As the first hooded crow descended, our bard raised his voice, quivering at first, yet crushing as time and tale progressed:
‘We'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll theel our nest when it grows bare.
‘Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.’
The glens echoed that last line in a roar. The wind sall blaw for evermair.
"From Edinburgh emerges Of Spire & Throne, an extreme doom metal outfit who at this point have a few EPs under their belt and are having a crack at a full-length, Sanctum in the Light. Doom of this style have many contemporaries making a hell of a racket in the darkest corners of creativity; the likes of Lycus and Bell Witch being prominent. So hearing newer bands honing this deeply heavy, monolithically paced metal is always interesting."
"On entering this sanctum of sound, it’s easy to dismiss it as another record in the white noise of extreme metal. By no means are Of Spire & Throne trying to reinvent the genre, but Sanctum of the Light is a testament to a band who has the potential to rise to great prominence within it. This album is an incredible dose of extreme, death tinged doom metal that is more than worth your time to explore its cavernous chasms and darkest dimensions." - Echoes and Dust