Bajki o Staruchu

Where night touches day, light turns to darkness. Where lethargic fears wake up from sleep and beasts come to light. Where, in the darkness of the soul, fear is born and death conquers life, the last breath leaves the body and spits out a fable. What was supposed to be a fairy tale becomes a nightmare, an old man in airy black robe. He goes through the world and sows the plague. Slowly, intricately, destroys and frightens. He steals the sun, steals the spell. Thy Worshiper will surprise for the fifth time with full length album by a story concealed in the music which moves you in to places accessible hitherto for Guardians, Shamans, Witches and possessed.