Hell Throne conjures riffs that strike like blades, guttural cries resound as war‑chants, and percussion gallops like iron hooves across blood‑soaked ground.
Hell Throne conjures riffs that strike like blades, guttural cries resound as war‑chants, and percussion gallops like iron hooves across blood‑soaked ground.
Cremate ignite a martial liturgy of defiance, where blistering riffs, guttural war‑chants, and relentless drums hammer steel into sound.
Bastard Cross summon a blasphemous rite of annihilation, where serrated riffs, cavernous growls, and relentless percussion rip sacred icons into ruin.
Norkh, old school rules in their music. Raw, untainted black metal of the early 90s — occasional hint at thrash, death, doom, or even crust.
Bastard Skull, guitars slice like jagged blades, the drums bark orders, and the vocals spit curses. All of it sits in a mix born from that bunker feel grit.
Biolence, a death-thrash devastation and sonic warfare, channelling themes of biological ruin, planetary collapse, and human corruption.
Night Attack—a four-hymn invocation of blackened thrash fury. A descent evokes vampiric rites, spectral aggression, and ritual precision.
Necrokinesis, a blistering invocation of death-thrash fury, cloaked in melancholic atmospheres and technical precision.
Electrocutioner, an old‑school thrash fury—raw, gritty, and unrelenting. Forged in the spirit of East Coast legends yet sharpened with its own vicious edge.
The Wrestlers, evokes sweat-drenched most pits, rusted amps, and DIY flyers soaked in beer and rentless thrash metal.