This has become my go-to album for the entire month of October. An absolute masterpiece that sounds utterly timeless. It's actually hard to believe these songs weren't written centuries ago. It is agonizingly beautiful, haunting and melancholic, but with an indescribable feeling of hope smattered throughout.

When I listen to this, I become a wolf running through the forest...that's the highest praise I could give to a record. It is the sound of falling leaves, candles, cold air, and nighttime.

I have known The Schmelka since the Dawn of the Second Age, long before the black dragons came and rent this land asunder. I still recall countless moons, smoking pipes together whilst he strummed his Death Lute. And we spake of dragons. And death. And more death. Good times.