SUOSITUIMMAT TARINAT
Protectors of the couth, warriors against the gauche, the keepers of the keys to Dis
Behold the atrocity that has risen. The ringmaster Beelzebub that has burdened the world with this malevolent quadruple headed monster. Who thrives in unending growls and screams and piercing falsettos. Who levels the cities with its dancing. Blasting along in its reaping destruction as its wailing arms signal the fire and shriek of lightning to strike in arpeggio. It's very body movement tearing up the earth with thunderous roar. Indeed, the days and ways of man are short. The only way to escape the fate of doom is to join in with the massacre. To strap on your leather, paint up your face with winter snow, take opera lessons and make the air your guitar. Become the disciples to this arcane malevolence. And maybe, just maybe, you will outlast the onslaught.
Johnny Pluckman 23 tammikuuta 2009 10.04