Ancient

In the long gone days, problems are solved fist-to-fist, sword-to-sword. No public mass protests. No mob riots. Every fucking dick and cunt settled grievances on a lethal scale, a battleground. None of those crap non-violence movement or whatever…

In the ancient days, when you do decide to take up sword as a group, you don’t do it in broad day light. You don’t wait for adrenaline junky press’ dicks and cunts to ensure your conflict is taped and shown around the globe. You don’t video fucking tape your roadside bombs’ hits and kills, to publicize around the world.

Hell no. In the ancient days, you simply go as a band of comrades, under the cloak of night, with torches and hooded robes. Bringing banners that sported your wrath and allegiance to the cold, unforgiving ancient spirits of the night…

Moonlit Fever

It’s never enough, the infatuating chill one gets when sitting under the magick of a full blown moon. Feeling the night creeps under the skin.

The hell with those stupid fucking ‘domesticated’ werewolf and ‘romantic’ vampire movies crap.

A true moon spirit shall always be untamed, lustful for pain and vengeance.

A true funeral moon

Sign of the moon

Diabolical moon

Hell is You, Me and Everyone

I can never remember the name of that French philosopher and writer that created a story underlining how the presence of other people is what the definition of ‘hell’ is all about.

Was it Sarte?

Anyway, that definition has often crept up on various encounters with individuals that are simply obnoxious. As annoying as it is, it does put many of the stuffs on my playlist oddly into perspective.

Take, for example, the blistering and scorching diatribes of Cruel Force.

Rise of Faggot-Slicing Might

What would be a better soundtrack for stalking and then slicing up a back stabbing-snob-on-the-stupid-neighboring-cubicle into tiny fleshy and meaty ribbons than this?

It’s just the ultimate pleasure of non-pretentious, in your face, unbridled misanthropy.

Not the best of the genre, but such tracks as “Leather and Metal” is definitely not a shitty tune to have while engaging oneself in some drive by shooting or while dragging an ex-wife through town by the rear fender....plus a variety of other harmless frolicking around the suburbs.