Looming Resonance

"Winter now converges,
Drenched in all its blackness.
The last stalks of light are devoured,
Shadows wade through filth
With gestures far too wide
And so they march on hallowed ground.
History repeating,
Behavior that's been burned into the bone.
Staring onward
Will time stand still?"
Wolves in the Throne Room - A Looming Resonance

Model: [link]
Wolves: [link] + [link]
Background: [link]
Branches: [link]
Snow: [link]
Other: [link]

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