*300 copies limited edition* In the twilit caverns of Serra de Collserola, a crooked journey begins. The vague contour of the Hierophant emerges in an ash-pale fog. He stretches his arms towards the sky. He opens his mouth, and from it radiates the blinding light of swallowed suns. He howls — he shouts — he roars: words that crackle like fire. Words that unravel worlds. Words that hew, from ancient rock and staves oaken wood, hymns of hypnotic grandeur, liminal laments, and solemn songs of comfo…