Ash zil burzum ishi, Udu-ghashûl Angband.
Ever the sheer cliffs rose beside,
where birds of carrion sat and cried;
and chasms black and smoking yawned,
whence writhing serpent-shapes were spawned;
until at last in that…
excellent 🎶🤟
woooo
das macht gute Laune 💪🤘✌️
Great storytelling! Like how you've presented the mix too