Earth—Hex; Or Printing in the Infernal Method
This album is a world of open spaces, constant wind and bone-chilling cold. The trees are bare and the grass is dead. Gaunt, solitary figures drift through this landscape on horseback, just barely surviving. There were great gods here once who brought bountiful crops and game and the warmth of the summer sun, but they fell into a terminal slumber many generations ago and without them all has become brittle and spent.