Burrowing through the mire of the endless Floridian
swamps like an arcane travesty of nature, the shadowbound entity more commonly known only as Worm present
Foreverglade, a strange amalgam of things that ooze, things
that crawl and some things that remain still for centuries
before crumbling back into the dust and dirt unobserved by
mortal eyes.
Utterly ambitious while being steeped in the ancient
practices of tradition and ritual observance, on Foreverglade
Worm finds its truest incarnation, where the catacombs of
funereal and oppressively heavy death doom are further
thrown open, letting drift out the lurking obscurity of
black metal's cemetery stench. And yet an adept virtuosity
and ghostly ethereality invokes the grim dark beauty of the
swamps as much as the veiled creeping horrors.
What's certain is Foreverglade is suffocatingly heavy,
filled with shimmering gloomy atmosphere and a reeking
foul humidity that superbly embodies the mysteries and
monstrosities of the murk. To that end, Worm reach a new
apex of creative sorcery while signaling it has only begun
to unleash what lies beneath the mists.
