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The screams have long since died out. The cheers from the crowd, mixed with shrieks of horror, have as well. The scent of burnt flesh is heavy and sticks in your nose. The smoke is a low hanging shroud that covers everything. From the ashes of a burnt witch a band rises.
Pagans, raise your horns!
Two guitars, bass, drums and growls. We play hard and heavy.
Pagans, raise your horns!
Two guitars, bass, drums and growls. We play hard and heavy.
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