PALE HORSE by IMPERATOR

We gather here in the shadow of the Pale Horse.
This is not an album — it is a litany. A ritual carved in ash, blood, and silence. Each track is a fracture, a hymn to ruin, a voice clawing out from beneath the stone.

IMPERATOR summons a sound both suffocating and spectral: unforgiving bass, funereal atmospheres, rhythms that decay like dying machinery. Vocals whisper, break, and dissolve into static — intimate confessions buried beneath the weight of eternity.

From the ghostly fragility of “Dandelion” to the apocalyptic collapse of “Pale Horse,” this record is a descent — a procession from flickering light into endless dark. It is grief, anguish, and resilience, crystallised in sound.

This is not music to be heard. It is music to be endured.
Unforgiving. Visceral. Eternal.

UNFORGIVING VISCERAL
ETERNAL