Depravity has a new face.... Beyond the walls of reality as you know it to be, there is a dimension filled with the most vile creations man has cast away from his nightmares.... We are the afterbirth of that nightmare. The resurrected abortions of rapists' seed... Post apocalyptic masses, chewing our way through the rotting fetal matter of life, into a world waiting for our sickness to devour it's purities.... Evil doesn't die....it's recycled.... ....into flesh and bone, misery and pain. There is a mountain of dark desire on which you could never find the slightest foothold. We cover our faces from the filth that is your society.... Your sickness is our ecstasy.... Carnivals of aching appetite built entirely for our benefit....