The drought is here. The dark mind of Entormus brings to you Symbols of the Six. A disorienting, sand-blasted album that will leave you with a dry taste in your mouth. If you think Black Metal is all about icy mountains and forests, you are wrong! Dead wrong. The bells toll in the distance. Clouds of her poison monopolize the sky, spreading like cancer across the atmosphere. She will protect you, consume you and when she wants you dead you will gladly expire. I see through a film that purifies life. A world of my vision and choosing. I have grown fond of this place. When the bells ring in the Tower of Entormus, know that I work for her... delivering the poison.