I am Isenbeck. I have carved these woods in the dead of night. I have sculpted these grounds. I am of this soil. These fields have brought me sustanace, of sorts. Here, I have learned to accept.
The wounds that brought you here, comrade, cannot be denied. Suffering shows, eventually. Look upon these eyes, they have been staring into distance and have learned. Never trust the light.
Have you heard the voices of Topielec in the streams? I have. They tell of the bliss in white, the liberation in depth, the lure of the mires. I have walked behind them and was taught this covenant: each shriek is a warning. Heed them well. Follow me.
Raw black ambient noise vs Blackened Doom
Edition of 100 tapes
Comes in a printed cardstock case