Are you in the mood for some harsh metal? The mood to face the terrors of the underbelly of the metal multiverse?
If so, take the black door to your left. The one that leads to the square with the blood-red columns, where the cold wastes start and the terrifying winds blow. Those that will chill your soul with their unearthly howling. Just before the gods of the underground spew forth their heated breath to roast it to a crisp.
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Sometimes you just crave it. This blazing hot crunch, seemingly coming from the fiery depths of hell and trying to destroy your eardrums. The whiff of a ritual, all ready to be performed. All this sweet dissonance in the name of the Dark Lord just ignites this urge in me to slap some corpse paint on my face, put on my leaded boots and don the spikes.