"Clang clang yee, clang clang yee... boom thunder crash bang... "
Amid a pile of pitch-black speakers that blasted out the loudest decibels of black metal accompaniment, a long-haired singer clad in spiky black leather, wielding a sinisterly pale-colored ox bone instrument, hoarsely screamed at the center of the makeshift cubed stage.
"I grind my ashes into dust, mix it into bullets as the soul! Smear blood on the cold metal gun barrel, and fire at God on the darkest of nights!"
"Pierce through God! Kill the Ninja! Hang the Giant Union's corpses on the torii gates!"
