Under the veil of night, the resurgent force known as Svitogor emerges, crafting new hymns that usher in an eternal demise to the break of day, casting forth an everlasting dusk. Awakened from a two-decade slumber, the relentless hunter sets its sights on humanity, viewing the folly and arrogance of bipedal parasites as perennial prey for the city of the gods.
Venomous blades rend the heavens, ancient spears defy the Sun, and the sky echoes with the clash of Svitogor’s defiance. Insanus hurls vehement anathemas against dogmatic beliefs deeply entrenched in a society that prostrates itself pathetically, devoid of pride before the false idols fashioned from mud and lies.
Misanthropy, alienation, and spirituality fuel the insatiable hunger of Svitogor’s jaws, poised once more to confront the world’s abominations tainted by the foolish thoughts and deeds of mortals. Take heed in this seemingly desolate prairie, for you tread upon the formidable terrain of Svitogor.