Heed the call all you dregs, droogs, and derelicts of mayhem!  Rejoice in the sounds of rage for your pipers have bellowed and dogs of hell have been let loose.  Gather ‘round their sacrificial stage and bow in the presence of an unholy entity.  No longer shall you hide in the shadows of country songs and starry-eyed virgins to a born pedigree.  The demons have roared the trumpets and the time is now.  Let your metal flow.  Blessed be the hymns of the dark.  “Gravel Pit,” “Cut Throat,” “Choking Gesture” “Wasting Away” and all gospels of the dark lead the march of lost souls and shall gather more indeed.  Those whose faith that have not faltered reap the splattered blood from Master Lindsey and be baptized in the sweat of III.  All hail, the fallen cry.  The apocalypse is now.  Assjack is risen.