please note - ships in 2 weeks

a twisted choir of slain voices and teeth-grinding clamor rolling out of a coffin-lid eroded by rot, rat and ruin. blended with the miscarriages of ages past and the decay of eternities to come, the recordings summon the distress of the untimely dead, the moldered sacrament of ill-willed wraiths and pale vampires sucking at the cancerous teat of astral evil. it is the alarm of the spirits of the dread marches, the smoldering prayers of hope from the souls turning in the ground, the call of the devil stalking the midnight cross-road in the forest, and the corroded bells of empty rural churches. from the bone-yard to the barren fields, Molna i mull reeks of dark damnation, of the great existential murder that runs through blood and sand and barren earth, filling the minds of those that beg for mercy with silent gods. And as a poison it will turn you into wasteland, change and derange you, dissolve you, bleed, strike and bury you… until your voice has become but another lost note in that macabre choir that extends out from the tomb of time to darken in soil!

packaged in custom ‘coffin’ clamshell case with insert in poly bag. digital download included.

ships in 2 weeks!