we are just 2 guys from the frozen tundra that are sick to death ( literally ) of having weak ass radio sludge poured down are throats. To us it's like being force fed broken glass. We are sick of it!!!!! EMO go to hell, plain white tee's, ROT. You know what were talking about, and you probably agree, that's why your still here reading this, listening to our music. So fuck the system, fuck labels, fuck radio, and fuck the scum sucking pussies that make the sludge. You all need to come down and play with me, in hell. First, blasting the message from the mortuary, delivering the word of the dead, deadrik casketmaker. The only motherfucker to scream so loud he pissed the devil off. Then awoken only by the scream of the casketmaker, he arises from the 6 ft under. Bringing with him a wall of sound, like 10 million of hell's most deviant minions, designed only to shear the faces off of the weak. He is THE Minion. Together, we arrive, to take you to the Gates of Morality!!! Bodies, broken, thrown everywhere. dieing, rotting, polluting the air.
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Member Since: 2/27/2008
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Influences: Epica: Cry for the Moon ..
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Record Label: Unsigned
