Wombhorn from Kindlebone by Hragul

# About "Wombhorn"

Thundering bone flutes pierce the midnight air as ancestral drums pulse beneath open-tuned guitars that rumble like distant storms. The heartbeat rhythm of "Wombhorn" mimics the frantic pulse of youth standing at the threshold of adulthood, their bodies trembling with anticipation and fear.

Recorded during the autumn equinox, when darkness begins to claim the light, we captured this ritual beneath the skeletal branches of ancient oaks. The shield-rattling builds intensity through each verse, cresting into a war-like fervor during the refrain where throat-singing and bone flutes collide in primitive harmony.

The haunting moment at 3:27 when all instruments fall silent except for a single jaw harp and whispered chants often leaves listeners with raised flesh—this is the sonic representation of the exact moment childhood ends, when elders mark the youth with their first blood-sigils.

This coming-of-age anthem speaks to the wound we all carry—the severing from innocence that grants us our place among the hunters. The final ascending horn cry that closes the track represents the call that can never be unheard, the knowledge that can never be unlearned once the tribe has marked you as their own.

From bone to blood, we summon forgotten tongues. Raw throats chant in proto-speech while shields crash against primal drumbeats. Not music—a ritual hunt. Join our clay-smeared tribe under torchlight as we howl what your ancestors knew before words.