The band was formed in 1999 at the very eve of a global Apocalypse. The pre-apocalyptic participants were Val, master of spells, Romm, monster legion drummer, and Burt, preacher and butcher with six-string axe, and then Andrew, silent murderer.

The compaign was childless. Just few miscarriages did not see daylight ever, having been buried under the fragments of the fatal end, taken Romm and Burt away for ever and ever. The funeral was uninhabited. But, band resurrected with a darker mood risen in ashes. Having become uglier, the child of one year of age born its first creature with name "Leprosy Of Subconscious" having been filled with lots of hatred and psycho-nervous tunes. After a while, all pilots of heavy artillery were choking down with their own hot blood and falling downstairs to inferno itself.

The rest of still alive players, once walking along a near cemetary, saw a man who was wearing a welding mask and was burying a tomb with a tool made of human bones and nerves of five. His sack was full of human eyeballs. Christophor was working hard. All the recently living creatures who had lost their eyes were being buried safely under the ground.

Christophor proved to be a nice guy and soon agreed to enter the colony of Rest In Pain. The colony was full of food to consume, and thoughts to think over and realize.

But... Ouch!!! What I see?!... We all noticed Vaddah, gory blacksmith. The instruments of torture he invented were smeared with pig's brains and put temporarily aside. He was standing outside his forge on the bank of a mad river and convincing a group of little children to die for a life by drowning themselves beneath fatal waters 'cos it was the absolute purpose and the best thing for any living creature. The children gratefully walked into the wild floods spelling "yes..., yes..., death..." and disappeared having abandoned. I'd really fallen in love with Vaddah.

Having once felt the taste of blood and flesh, Vaddah's brain said thou gotta eat it, host... He was eating for over a year and a half, he ate too much and then got extremely fat. Since then he couldn't even walk but wasn't able to stop eating until being burst. The darkness fell down. It's a pity, he was pretty good...

Time was going ahead. The Sun was getting hotter and the Earth softer, rivers wasted away and swamps lost their beds under bones. All living creatures went down beneath the ground... We decided to cross the mountain range for searching for necessities to live a little bit longer in a distant land. One can't count how many foes were killed or skinned alive. None of us wanted to keep either noses or ears having been cut, so only the brains were extracted. So, after the victory we found out a face having wrapped up with golden foil in Andrew's backpack. It has been captured somewhere and hasn't been noticed before. The face was calling itself Jack. It talked us about his having been bewitched by the Moon long ago with a magical formula that was destroyed with Andrew's miraculous murder mechanism. It turned out that Jack had once seen a drum and... He had just no chance to refuse... So, we're four again like the world's sides.

Night was succeeding day and Andrew succeeded in banishing charms. He didn't even notice he had breathed in the moon dust while mooning no one knows where, thereby started an irreversible process. In a week his heart got a stone, in another week his head and left leg got stones as well, and in another more week he turned into a hard'n'heavy monument to a soldier who has been proud of fighting with death but finally failed to win. Hey, passer-by!!! I used to know him!! Shit, he was dreaming of eternity!

(to be continued...)