From: Psycho_Kenshin | #216
3 Inches of Blood - Deadly Sinners
I seriously don't even need to listen to this (even though I will anyway) to do this write up, this song shows up in every single topic like this, every single topic I make about metal anywhere, I cannot possibly escape it. I don't care for the band, don't have strong opinions on it, but it haunts me in my dreams with its inescapable determination. I will wake up at 4:38am with it in my mind, tormenting me with the knowledge that even if I close this topic, it will have returned to me twice more this year. It isn't an every day occurrence, oh no. Then I'd be able to get used to it. It keeps itself hidden just long enough to let me forget about it a little, then it strikes. I am forced to remain eternally paranoid about its next appearance, only to inevitably relax and be caught off guard. Nothing I do will ever save me. If I ever commit suicide, I will do so while listening to this song, solely so that people are aware of the degree to which it has haunted me. And I was going along so well and you had to ruin it. Why do you hate me, Psycho Kenshin? You just like to ruin my entire ****ing life or something? I'm going to be eating dinner tomorrow with my family and trying to smile even though the grasping fingers of 3 Inches of Blood will be constantly on my brain, torturing me with their memory. I cannot escape it. I cannot fight it. I am powerless. It has conquered me. I am vanquished. The horror. The horror...
4.5/10
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We clasped our hands, our hands in praise of a conquerors right to tyranny