Breath ov deep atmosphere.
Miasma forms a slow, driving atmosphere of desolation; halcyon passages accompany haunting ambience as Rosk begin to shape-shift into their primal post-blackened metal form. Each song follows the same rough formula, a poignant ballad devolving into savagery at the sight of a full-moon.
It's damn good and going to accompany me this Halloween. Arrogant Bastard