From the shadowy shores of the Netherlands, a mysterious entity has ominously brought its roar under the sign of Zwaard. With an aura of dread and dismal darkness, the anonymous specter strikes with three tomes of brooding, subterranean Black Metal, as dense and bleak as it blazes with minimalistic elements where melody rear its head in a wholly compound of oppression where sound and vision meet in unison, a never-ending void.