Nail focuses, Ruin observes, feels-ruminations of hellish, turbulent
death, agony, murder and down, black-mind opens and lets loose the darkness.
Music soars, crashes, AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. "Descent Into The Inferno" pops,
rolls, reels, tumbles down and up, up, up and around and ends...Death as
glorious end to hellish agony, "Enter The Exterminator"...Music: "The Theme
From Pigdom Come" "Private War"...Words: "Isn't it a pity what a town without
pity can do" "I can do any goddamn thing I want"...Satanic poetry. Airplay?
The Horror, The Horror...