The shadows writhe in agony as we take the stage, our instruments screaming to life like the damned. The air is heavy with malevolent intent, every power chord a razor-sharp slash at the fabric of sanity. Our rhythm section pounds out a dirge of dread, a funeral march for the living, as the vocals unleash a blood-curdling wail that shatters the souls of the brave and reduces the timid to quivering, gelatinous masses. Tonight, we feast on fear, and our music is the cleaver that hacks away at the last vestiges of hope.