A thousand years…

We have honed our weapons. Cut our teeth on the serrated rhythm of the double war drum, the hacking slashes of the guitaraxe, and the crushing dropped E bass. AND LO, the demon spawn could not endure the cold, pure, power of HEAVY METAL!

But that was before…

The vile black sorcerer Shmuvjahazz came from the east. He has weaved a foul magic to protect them, the demons, and has silenced all the instruments across the plains. Where once our lyrics and fuzz drove their cursed legions to the darkest depths of hell, it no longer has an effect. Our people have been driven from their homes. Our bands have been crushed and the lamentations of our existence echoes across the frozen plains of Tarkus.

Defeat after defeat…

Our lands shrink, our people are destroyed…or worse, abducted. The demon spawn near our final stronghold Karkador, in the deep steppelands. It is within those walls that I, Yudas Preiz, the last dream wizard, have sought you out.  

It is a desperate gambit…

And though I am a wizard I despise magic. I too crave for a unforgiving victory but I must endure and keep myself chaste from battle. For I have scoured a thousand worlds in my dream trance. None could produce the music we so desperately needed. As the din of battle grows daily from the ancient fortress walls, I finally found that wonderful shredness we so desperately need in your… ‘electric guitars’ your… ‘metal cymbals’.

I found your, ‘Earth’.  

I have sent them to you; the best of the of last of us. The strongest war band we can muster. Though their music may seem barbaric, that is was makes them CRONAN!