There was once a kingdom—Ērānshahr—where light and wisdom flourished, where men sought truth not in blind servitude but in the fire of their own spirit. That kingdom is no more, swallowed by the long night of theocracy, where faith, once a source of strength, became a yoke, and those who called themselves shepherds led their flocks not to enlightenment but to ruin.

Yet from the ashes of this devastation, in a distant land where the desert itself burns like a celestial forge, a new voice arises—Inherent Doom, a reckoning born of past and present. No mere music, but a doctrine of defiance, a call to arms against the slumber of the soul. Ours is not the lament of the defeated but the cry of those who see and will not turn away.

With Sermon of Ruin, we tell the tale of man’s corruption under the weight of belief, of the frailty of those who yield, and of the few who, in the face of ruin, become more than men—they become legends. History is a cycle, ever devouring itself, yet the eye of the awakened sees beyond it, past the veils of dogma and submission. It is not mercy we offer but truth, unflinching and unkind. Those who cannot rise will fall, and those who fear the fire will never be reborn.

This is not merely music; it is testament, it is prophecy, it is war.