🦇ΩZZM0$!S // BΔRK ΔT THΞ MΔDMΔN🕯️

🕯️*“We gather here today to remember the madman... who never asked to be saved.”*
He barked at the moon, bit off heads, and broke the code of metal before it was written. Now his final sermon echoes through blown speakers and cracked vinyl bones. This ain’t no tribute — it’s a seance in drop D, screaming through your ribcage.

👁 Spiral shades locked in.
💀 Bone mic gripped tight.
⚰️ Skull throne engaged.

Crank the distortion. Raise the dead.