Rising from the most vile, depraved, salacious and subterranean sulfur pit known to man (More accurately Huntsville, Alabama, U.S.A) come BLOODSTAINED DUSK an equally revered and reviled black metal institution whom have survived insurmountable odds hurled at them from the weaponry division of heaven inc.

Intro “March To Death” sets the pace with its black magic tidings of holy trinity mocking sorcery and praises to demonic deities marching to battle. First divination proper ”of Wolf's Blood” sounds like DIMMU BORGIR if they lost ten years of commercially acceptable drone. Even the production value recalls the 'Borg, except Dimmu scours and eliminates the muck and mildew whereas BLOODSTAINED DUSK revels amidst the grime of the kill, even frolicking in the skins and viscera of their slaughter.

Readily imbibing the salty crimson and diseased snot of his infernal majesty such epic traits as “Coven of The Dying Sun” and “Ashes From A Burning Heaven” shine forth like an ionic beacon of luciferian light directly from the tormented abyss. BSD have not by any means reinvented the black metal wagon but they are doing their damnedest to make sure none of its wheels dismantle on their one way trip to Gehenna.