Omenfeast from Fateswept by Mythikon

We stumbled upon a hillside ritual that changed everything. "Omenfeast" emerged after witnessing an almost-forgotten Dionysian celebration in a remote village—old men and women dancing with wild abandon around firelight, their faces obscured by handmade masks that seemed older than time. The thunderous energy of that night haunted us for weeks.

The track whirls like a dervish between caution and liberation. Those village elders we mentioned actually join us here—their weathered voices carrying ancient choral patterns while we crash against them with baglama riffs and pulsing synths. The tension never fully releases; instead, it dangles like the banners strung between olive trees at the actual feast.

The percussion tells its own story—ceramic amphorae smashed and reassembled, tracked layer upon layer to create that sense of dozens of dancers stamping the earth into submission. When the tempo kicks up during the pre-chorus, we wanted that physical sensation of being pulled into a circle dance against your will, your body responding before your mind can object.

This isn't just celebration for celebration's sake. The masks, the revelry—it's all armor against uncertain futures. When the full band erupts in "Shout for the wild unseen!" with those crowd vocals swelling beneath, we're channeling that ancestral wisdom: sometimes surrender is the only prophecy that matters.

Listen for the quiet melodic ghosts from earlier tracks hiding in the background—little reminders that even in moments of abandon, darker forces still circle. The olive toss mentioned in the lyrics is a real divination practice we encountered in our travels. Some things never truly die in these mountains.

From the ashes of Mount Olympus, we forge metal with folk's heart and prog's mind. Our songs? Living myths - Persephone's tears, Achilles' rage, all wrapped in bouzoukis and 8-strings. Headbang to the gods with us.