All those moons ago, an emaciated claw rises from the tomb crypt city of the decadent death gods, let loose a great entropic rasp of necrotic dissonance-drowning the world in its enigmatic sorrow, the arch-mystery of eldritch ascension a curse upon all mortal spirits and strings. Roman Master, that raw black metal master of hissing defiance and malodorous ritual, was the name given to this being all those moons ago in the year 2012, when said entity released its debut incantation of raw black, soul gnashing howl, but only through digital means. Now, almost a decade later, the iron eyes of GoatowaRex black miracle sovereignty have searched those ashen lands, and has unearthed this masterpiece to be released, for the first time ever, upon a splendid tape of immortal discordance.
