The century turns slowly. Like a creeping grindstone on the twilight of the new millenium. The mist clears. Behold, the gateway between the dimensions of the past and the present. new world awaits me on the side.
My love for pure metall burns deep within! I must be [bad word] to myself and to the dream! To heed the telepathic celestial scriptures, to fight for what I believe, to abolish conformity, to be free body and mind! Yes, unity in numbers. But only as storng as the weakest believer, armed and ready, alone at the gate, I honor my destiny! The future is my reality! Let the Heavens be my witness - I will be triumphant!