Since the dawn of time, mankind has been searching for a hero, banging rocks together and howling like dogs our ancestors began the search for the greatest style of music.
For centuries the search has continued with new genres, instruments, and advances in science. We have come ever closer to that finding of our champion. We have crossed this vast desert in search of a this promised land. Now we have found the promised land, but somewhere along the way we forgot the meaning of our quest.
Over the centuries we have forgotten the object of our search. Impostors have fogged our minds and taken the place of our true hero. In this state of confusion we have become vulnerable.
Today the confusion must end. We can all no longer stand upon this sinking middle ground. The war has begun.
Above the roar of competing sounds, above this din of subjective value and preference; from among the impostors one warrior will step forth. One magnificent genre will rise and crush the skulls of all other genres with his bare hands thus ending the oppression.
In these desperate times we must stand by the only musical genre with the strength, skill, wisdom, and leadership to bring us back to the core of ourselves. Forsaking all others, we must steel our stance in music. We must stand upon this ironclad foundation. We must forsake the foolish impostors and embrace true music. We must embrace metal (and its subgenres). We are children of metal.
