(Reuploaded with vocals)

Permafrost encapsulates a land,
Forgotten by time.
Unsought by man, untouched for ages.
If broken two worlds shall merge, that once was and that which is.
Fragile is the mind in the throes of discovery.

If that which we see is not fully understood.
Foolish it is to claim mastery, over that which is not.

Deep beneath the waters, where the earth spews forth its fiery blood, engaging the ice above, calculation is the refuge of a man who fears to tread a world unseen.

Beneath the waters

Dour is a guitar duo forged within the bowels of a basement amongst the burial mounds of Appalachia.  Our style is some sort of metal, we’re sure of it. If we were to hazard a guess it would be Blackened Technical Death Metal with a light dusting of Progressive. Or you know, just metal.