Where mists weave like mysterious waves, whispering tales of sinister in the dead of darkest night, while flames danced like shadow phantoms in the nightsky.
Thank you so much for your dedicated chants and the reverberating echoes from the forest unknown.
TOTENFEUER GEYSTERWERK was pure madness and whorship!

Here, where the boundary between life and death blurs, darkness becomes the guardian of knowledge in the coming  dark times. Be tuned for what they will whisper soon unto your heartbeating souls.

Wild mystik fiar soar

Funkenfluag Society
Nebelmond MMXXIV

Exhales by Cartis Mandua