This idea is sufficiently plausible in an attempt to account
For the phenomenon
The sickness and the sentence of blood.
I could no longer strubble,
Every moment threatened to be the last - there was pain,
Dizziness and profuse bleeding at the pores,
How is this possible
The transmission was transfusing
In a moment the sober eye of reason would detect a vibration in the flesh.
Creeping, incoherent,
Bearing no mark of a human hand

The vision comes and goes,
But tonight I saw very clearly.
The vision comes and goes,
But tonight I saw very clearly.
Very deeply.

I'm back to the old school shiznit, Manowar Manowar Manowar kills.


I could never forget how crazy killer Manowar is.

"Fight for the kingdom bound for glory
Armed with a heart of steel
I swear by the brothers who stand before me
To no man shall I kneel"
Manowar - Call To Arms

Styx is a sweet heavy metal pub in Bangalore. Two buildings before the Cauvery Emporium on the Brigade Road/ M.G. Road crossing.

It is fucking sweet.

Anyone who plays Satyricon and Slayer at 9pm is damn sweet in my book.

I would suggest going in after 8:30pm though, they start picking up the music only after that.

"They can't stop us
Let 'em try
For heavy metal
We will die!."
Manowar - Die For Metal.

And he's a bloody Metal ^%$#ing Head!!!

Metalheads Unite!

Udo Dirkschneider is King of the metal midgets.

"You better watch the damned."
Accept - Balls To The Wall.