The Noldor came at last far into the north of Arda; and they saw the first teeth of the ice that floated in the sea, and knew that they were drawing nigh to the Helcaraxe. For between the land of Aman that in the north curved eastward, and the east-shores of Endor (which is Middle-earth) that bore westward, there was a narrow strait, through which the chill waters of the Encircling Sea and the waves of Belegaer flowed together, and there were vast fogs and mists of deathly cold, and the sea-streams were filled with clashing hills of ice and the grinding of ice deep-sunken. Such was the Helcaraxe, and there none yet had dared to tread save the Valar only and Ungoliant.
Helcaraxë (Night) – 07:15
December 19, 2025
Featured on The Ghost of Christmas Passed.
Written and recorded by Jack D’Arcy
Mastered by Exit Chamber
By this point I had written quite a few peaceful, cheerful winter songs. It was time for something colder and challenging, and there is nothing colder and more challenging than Helcaraxë.
Featuring a little bit of flute and mellotron inspired by my time with Dawnwalker.