Description
The masked man rears its head from the noisome plains for a fourth time… Ripped from the body of a stillborn horse and carrying the shrieks and cries from the pit… Dual guitar riffing and melodies going down the gullet like an alkaline wash… Incantations of blackened whore-magix in vengeful effect… yet again
Comes in the black Hotchin seal back with an insert and fold out mask
