Bursting through the backdoor
Into daylight
The ankle chain rattling
Down the wood steps
Run
Don’t look back
Run
A chainsaw roars to life in the distance
How long has he been here
Torture filled hours, days, weeks
He sobs through stitched up lips
Burned stumps for fingers
One empty putrid eye socket
The haunting woods seem endless
Surrounded by voices
His tormentors calling
A forgotten pitchfork
Leaning against a withering oak
One lunge forward
Piercing the skull
The sweet release of eternal night
Can you have your black metal with no moronic samples, with guitars downtuned to drill holes in your very self, hypnotizing bass lines, drums that are something more than blast beats and vocals that don't need to be soaked in reverb, and on top of it fast, melodic, headbanging and catchy?
Yes.
p.s. my grandma used to say: never judge a metal album by its intro. YomaBarr