Collection III: The Black Summer

Like a slow, billowing fog that creeps silently over a sparsely wooded, forgotten hilly landscape.
The fog seeps into every little crack and hidden place, blanketing an old wooden shack whose door creaks to the evil mist.
Looped chants add some human element to the twilit landscape.

Tracklist
1 I 6:05
2 II 8:36
3 III 20:58
4 IV 4:12
5 V 3:00
6 VI 2:21
7 VII 5:13

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