Doom

Doom is the nightshade that puts all to sleep, except the lustful ones, born to seek dew-tainted blood.

Doom is the amorphous lady of the coven, riding the zephyr to cast out mourning lights by the caskets.

Dark as the tidings of the rising storm cloud, Doom is a black wetness for our lady of the coven.

Small yet Intense

“Your art project is edgy but pushing it too much makes it tacky. You need to keep it sublime, mysterious, undefinable. Referring to hunts and murders are tiresome clichés, that should be minimized as an ephemeral background”

Thus spoke the most satisfying pray this side of the wintery moon, for whose cold bed a pizza has been embedded for ultimate tackiness.


Thank you Eternal Night, for such small yet intense pleasures.

Dream The Undreamt

“Come, let us carry
The counselor of the gods, the warrior, from his dwelling.
Come, let us carry Ellil,
The counselor of the gods, the warrior, from his dwelling.
Now, cry battle!
Let us mix fight with battle!”

And so, behold, the communion was made through the fiery feast