The Spirit of Metal is not like the Ghost of Christmas Past or any hippie bullshit like that. It's the feeling of unity and purpose that surges through you as you and your best mates are banging your heads against the stage to an onslaught of true heavy fucking metal. It's the tingling up your spine as that feral fucking riff rubs you just the right way. It's the sense of awe as the subtle perfection of the epic hymn suddenly dawns on you in its perfection. It's the whole fucking point of this whole fucking genre.