“I had a dream, which was not all a dream”!
Ruins of Marianas Rest starts with a monologue that moves you out into space. One that Carach Angren could not have done better. And – truly – the tune and story also keep you hostage to all sorts of horrors.
Only here, we have troubles of the mind that are at stake. Internalized terrors that somehow surface, when you least expect them. And not miscellaneous war crimes, or other horrifying dark urges.
But first and foremost, my question was: Where in Hel’s name do these solemnly marching metal sounds … [...] Click to raid more!
