This one we did with our guns showing and our sleeves pushed-up. All business and all pleasure. Like a couple of worn-out sheriffs looking to start something. After a very important message to our fans we riot with outlaw country, proto affairs, metal-punk, a whole death metal chapter and who knows what else. Almost as if we went on a circle laying waste, door to door, track to track. To hell and back again: a tale of song by SATAN MADE ME DO IT.
Last time we dug graves deep in bottom of the ocean. This time we whisper our sorcery to invoke the reddest of moons. The bloodiest one we can possibly conjure. The kind of moon that rouses that which should not be. For while there’s a devastating beauty in losing yourself in thoughts and feelings under such a celestial body, do not be fooled: there’s nothing blue about this moon.
Fall to your knees and PLAY IT LOUD! Possession is at hand!