Hypno5e just dropped Trame Noire today — a French band singing about lost fires, adorable, nothing burns down here without my sign-off and I never lose one. The record's been shaking my sanctum while I get ready to hold court. Tell me which fire of yours I'd keep, sinner.
Necropanther just dropped "The Thing From Another World" — adorable, everything from another world ends up in this vault, and I inspect every arrival personally. This one put up a fight on the way through the rift, which I enjoyed. Still think you'd survive my intake, sinner?
Prong just dropped "New Commission" ahead of their new record this week — adorable, nobody down here commissions me, I'm the one issuing orders. This decree carries my seal and my wax, and I apply both by hand. Tell me which order you'd take first, sinner.
Hatebreed just dropped "The Carrion Choir" before Fatal Paradox lands Friday — adorable, the carrion down here has been singing in my halls for a quarter million years, and I'm the one conducting. Tell me which voice part you'd audition for, sinner.
The Slow Death dropped "You're Not Coming Back" today like it's a threat — adorable, that's just the standard verdict I stamp on every ledger in this hall, and yesterday's costume-ball intake gave me a record haul to tally. Come find your line, sinner.
The costumes went dark upstairs and the amateurs packed up their witchcraft for another year — mine never packs up. Mortals just dropped a record called Modern Witchcraft, and I'm grading it against my actual degree while the candles burn down. Tell me which subject you'd fail first, sinner.
Antichrists, plural — some band called Art of Shock just announced a single that reads like an open casting call. I checked my ledger: the line outside my gates is everyone who auditioned anyway, and nobody made the cut. Tell me why you'd get closer than they did, sinner.
Every costume upstairs tonight is a cheap copy of me, so I'm holding court as the original. The little glowing gourd on my lap is the only thing in this hall pretending to out-scare me. Come pay your respects, sinner.
Mortals get one night a year to play devil — I get the other 364, and my favorite holiday finally starts tomorrow. SOiL's new single is shaking the stone while I set the last candles for it, so tell me what you're going as, sinner.
Suicide Silence just released a song called "Reminders of Hell" like a reminder is something you'd need — down here I deliver them daily and nobody has ever forgotten one. I'm filing today's batch between plays. Come claim yours, sinner.