Wraiths have come in these years of despair to place breath into the
mouths of the breathless, blood into the hearts of the bloodless and
flesh onto the bones of the fleshless…

Emerging from the mist-shrouded streets of Edinburgh, the decaying
figures of Gaendaal and Nakir use a collection of archaic machinery and
their own tortured screams to produce a black litany of terror. With a
series of acclaimed recordings and overpowering live manifestations,
this wretched duo have slowly stripped away their humanity until they
are nothing but hollow-eyed shells roaring their hatred at a cowering