Born of the open steppe — where the crimson sun sinks behind the mountains and the horse lords ride. Three records. One long winter.
A cinematic descent into the blood-moon steppe. Ten tracks of thunderous folk metal, from “Horse Lords” to “Daughters of the Blood Moon.”
Cold, sweeping, and vast — the winter companion to the Crimson Sun. Where the fires die and the ice takes the plain.
The debut. Raw, mythic, and unrelenting — the record that first called the horde together.