A hymn carved in emerald and bone. Only in the Mountains is a descent through Appalachian myth and romantic decay — a song born between candlelight, static, and the ghosts of blue eyes that never fade. Mandolins echo through fogged valleys before distortion claws its way in — a confession of love, faith, and fatalism sung under the same moon that watched the first sinner fall.

This is Appalachian soul twisted through ritual metal — where every heartbeat feels ancient and every kiss feels cursed.
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“Now here comes the hourglass sands,
As I warsh the souls and dirt off my hands…”

Curses

I transform music into visuals that tell a story from powerful cover art to dynamic video creations giving every sound an identity that lasts.

Curses

Ashen Nemesis