There are voyages of elevation, trances to ellipses that flow into the the antiquity of a ritualism, even elder than all known world and the bounds of time itself. A malignant source of untouchable wisdom so powerful and unreachable to the masses, only within the grasps of the pertinacious ones. Those who turned disobedience into such a strength, may ride the tail of blackness onward to a higher destiny. Those like Sheidim, who make their rules out of of their nonconformity, are glorious on their respect for the mesmerizing black death metal traditions. The first invocations have been pronounced. Chants have been sung. Presences creep out of the shadows. This is nothing but the start of it all.