without Internet Explorer,
in 1280 x 960 resolution
Guess the web will kill this glorious metal feeling. Just words and letters in an order that seems to make sense... but THIS life doesn´t smell, doesn`t taste. It does not make me feel anymore. It doesn´t make my skin crawl. Ah, remembering the Metal Blade days?
Armored Saint? Omen? Warlord? That special scent of US LPs?
Or that dark ghosts that crept through your skin and embraced your heart while you were listening to Ancient, Burzum, Darkthrone for the first time? That time I roamed these icy plains of woodlands my corpse still walks.
How do I yearn for those times I did not have to do blowjobs for this thing called society!
Guess there´s only one way out: I´ll be ghost!
If anybody will look for me: search in the past! A dancing raven will show the way. Cheers!