Of course, this does not mean that The Sons of Fëanor lacks passages of more aggressive and abrasive consistency; but everything on this album is agglutinated in a dense universe of symmetric grace and imperial beauty, where the sound seems to be the reiteration of a stronger sentence, that elaborates the framework of its majesty in the creation of a magnanimous eternity of life and splendor. With the colorful resistance of a soldier predisposed to die in the battlefield to defend his kingdom with honor and integrity, the music of DWARROWDELF seems to be the recollection of epic hymns of glory and sagacity, designed to please the warrior that sleeps inside the dreams of our hearts.
With a poetic integrity and a sincere strength that comes as its major qualities, the style of DWARROWDELF comes out as anthems of freedom, liberty and passion, being surrounded by the mythology of a somewhat glorious, but unknown past, that carries on the harmonies of its everlasting sapience the grandiloquent nature of harmonious principles of fidelity and perseverance. Contextualized at the tenure of its marvelous arrangements, the texture of symphonies whose graceful elements comprehend the values of its existence positively affirms in the wider aspects of its motivations the natural assumptions of its formidable and intuitive artistry.
The Sons of Fëanor is a tremendously wonderful and surprising epic black metal album, with great elements of melodic black metal wisely inserted at the foundations of its harmonies as well. With powerfully serene and splendorous melodies – that can be concomitantly consistent, vibrant and ludic in the most despondent zones of its dense and deleterious atmosphere –, the audience is invited to dive deeply into a fantastic journey of placid prosperity and rapture, and live forever in an empire of unquestioned liberty, at least while the album is playing.