Among the ruins exile is so onerously and sad

The distant ringing of the bell complements the guitar fingering riff, in a pensive romanticism anticipating the development of the Nail Their Tongues main motive, first complementing the inspired pure vocal. In the composition final part a whirlwind of emotions is swept by sparkling vocal and instrumental fronts The pulsating rhythmic To Hell or the Hangman introduction continues the Primordial - Exile Amongst the Ruins album with a mysterious intrigue, supplementing the music with the obscure tunes of invisible spirits on the background. Then the music rolls a confident and dense wave of exciting sound, enveloping the vocal reflections with a majestic musical triumph. Throughout the song, the vocal reflections remain in the foreground of the musical image.
Further the album carries within the limits of the bardic ballads, pondering in a romantic haze about ancient legends, beginning Where Lie the Gods with thoughtful soft reflections then raising vocal phrases to the divine palaces, after which the melody compacts the sound, preserving gloomy melodism and supplementing the vocal part with fascinating shades. Title track Exile Amongst the Ruins continues these epic sagas, building crystal locks from melodic passages, combining instrumental motifs and vocal phrases in a charming romantic symphony.
Magnificent tunes and motifs envelop the enthusiastic anticipation of the Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed solemn march, rolling out before the marching magicians and sorcerers the atmosphere of charm and admiration for such magnificent magic. After a leisurely procession, the composition appears on the wings of the summoned gryphons, dragons and other mythical magical creatures.
Staying in a restrained dreaminess Stolen Years emits an enchanted mood of ancient tales, slowly unrolling the long canvases of fairy-tale scrolls, enveloping them in the enchanting atmosphere of ageless myths and legends.
Progressively breaking the rhythm in unsurpassed artistic delights music captivates the mysterious sound, supplemented by valorous vocal phrases, united with musical refinements put together in so bewitching Sunken Lungs composition.
The album ends with a majestic composition Last Call that prefers instrumental sounding, occasionally supplementing these mysterious musical ideas and the influence of ancient fairy tales with vocal phrases and waves of drive. This combination, spinning partly in the entire album solemnly crowns it with espessially precious crown in the last song.