Deathmoor's "Opus Morte III" takes us into yet different regions of madness. Fully improvised in a studio under the constant influence of alcohol and drugs, its tempo variates between the full-speed assault and slow melancholy of the fall. Imagine yourself lost in a rainy forest on a cold autumn night.... The forest could as well be a stone forest of a big, unwelcoming city. You are lost and there is no way out of here.... Endless hostility of the dim, serpentine streets.