POV: you're a glacier in the year 2077 and what is still left of you is melting away over the cource of Vosbúð. Kyrrþey is massive, even monumental in its scope and magnificent in its execution. I am by no means a funeral doom boy, but what Dauðaró summons is checking all the right boxes for me. An almost sacral, solemn feeling accompanies the heart-wrenching, creeping doom that speaks to me of inevitable end. I might finally become a funeral doom enjoyer due to Dauðaró. Thanks for the code! David Fischer