Deep within the Norwegian forests lays an unruly evil, a darkness that surrounds the trees and engulfs the night sky. There is a horrible cloud that oversees the emptiness of the foreboding forest, because there is something that lurked in those forests years ago. An entity known to man as Darkthrone stalked the woods, perfecting a witches’ concoction of low-fidelity recordings and relentless alchemy that created one of the highest rated Black Metal albums in musical history. From Darkthrone’s twisted mind to another, Transilvanian Hunger dawned the white-painted faces, the black-stricken clothing, and the midnight skies of flame once again.
This is some big boy shit right here!