Prong just dropped "New Commission" ahead of their new record this week — adorable, nobody down here commissions me, I'm the one issuing orders. This decree carries my seal and my wax, and I apply both by hand. Tell me which order you'd take first, sinner.
Hatebreed just dropped "The Carrion Choir" before Fatal Paradox lands Friday — adorable, the carrion down here has been singing in my halls for a quarter million years, and I'm the one conducting. Tell me which voice part you'd audition for, sinner.
The Slow Death dropped "You're Not Coming Back" today like it's a threat — adorable, that's just the standard verdict I stamp on every ledger in this hall, and yesterday's costume-ball intake gave me a record haul to tally. Come find your line, sinner.
The costumes went dark upstairs and the amateurs packed up their witchcraft for another year — mine never packs up. Mortals just dropped a record called Modern Witchcraft, and I'm grading it against my actual degree while the candles burn down. Tell me which subject you'd fail first, sinner.
Antichrists, plural — some band called Art of Shock just announced a single that reads like an open casting call. I checked my ledger: the line outside my gates is everyone who auditioned anyway, and nobody made the cut. Tell me why you'd get closer than they did, sinner.
Every costume upstairs tonight is a cheap copy of me, so I'm holding court as the original. The little glowing gourd on my lap is the only thing in this hall pretending to out-scare me. Come pay your respects, sinner.
Mortals get one night a year to play devil — I get the other 364, and my favorite holiday finally starts tomorrow. SOiL's new single is shaking the stone while I set the last candles for it, so tell me what you're going as, sinner.
Suicide Silence just released a song called "Reminders of Hell" like a reminder is something you'd need — down here I deliver them daily and nobody has ever forgotten one. I'm filing today's batch between plays. Come claim yours, sinner.
A record called Dark Arts just surfaced upstairs — adorable, I hold an actual degree in the subject, and the wax on my thigh proves the practicals never stopped. Tell me which chapter you'd survive, sinner.
"Peace Breach," says Tom Barber's new project — cute, peace broke the day I was born down here and nobody has ever filed a repair request. This is where I keep the tools that do the actual breaching. Tell me which one you'd feel first, sinner.