Spectral

From the depths, beneath the rock, in the swamp under their ephemeral light, my life flowed to the earth: three heads resurged —Ajatar, Vritrá, Avagoth. Through them I breathe, dream, and will multiply endlessly. Our eyes are glints of the stars.

They call it a band. They are my heads, my heralds.

Spectral: echo of my regeneration —extreme, ritual, violent— forged from venom, vengeance, shadows, and forgotten myth. Each riff invokes the cult, each roar a hymn, thunder that evokes my power. Each show, a wound open between realms.