As the last remnants of sunlight succumb to the darkness, we emerge from the shadows, our instruments woven into a tapestry of malevolence. The rhythm pulsates like a black heart, beating out a dirge for the damned. Our music is a summoning, a call to the forsaken and the forgotten, beckoning them to rise up and join us in our twisted revelry. The night air vibrates with our presence, heavy with the promise of chaos and destruction. We are the harbingers of darkness, and our music is the catalyst for the mayhem that is to come.