One hour. One forest. No way back. Devoured by the Oak wraps you in choirs, blastbeats, moss, and mourning—and doesn’t let go until your soul’s been tenderised.
Bathory’s Hammerheart trades Satan for sagas and shrieks for sea spray. It’s the sound of one man building a genre, a myth, and an emotional anchor—lo-fi, flawed, and absolutely perfect.