It was 2008 and a time for a wake up call. The world had turned into a futile domain of worthless people, living their poor excuse for a life in vain, over-populating the globe and wasting everybody's time with shallow art forms - weakening true art and music with meaningless foundation, pointless sounds and managing to create sugar coated bullshit, at best. The insignificant sound of... (Näytä)

It was 2008 and a time for a wake up call. The world had turned into a futile domain of worthless people, living their poor excuse for a life in vain, over-populating the globe and wasting everybody's time with shallow art forms - weakening true art and music with meaningless foundation, pointless sounds and managing to create sugar coated bullshit, at best. The insignificant sound of modern music as we know it, must die. We are the legionnaires of death. We are the big iron fist that will pound you into a bloody pulp. We are the gun shot between your eyes. We are The Truth. (Piilota)