The bleak and superbly individualistic candor of the instruments merges to concoct a sonic wasteland of detached sobriety, unleasing angst unto the Jewish scum of the planetary landscape of pious darkness. The atonal rhythmic strummings and tormented vocalizations enact a quintessential paradigm of hatred of non-Aryan blood. The raw, primal compositions of bravery and swordsmanship in the fields of Pagan warfare...
See? I should quit this Royal Carnage crap and go straight to ANUS!!! I rule.