oh shit, are they really going to talk about themselves?

Poured from the Goblet of Rock itself, a vengeful and restless soul. Bound by the unholy union of Distortion and Chaos, the sanctified blessings of raw lighting burn through his veins. Bleeding out his soul a sound so pure and unnatural they say no man can hear it's cry, lest that man go insane.

An original soul from an ancient dimension returning to the world of men to re-establish the works of rock. Legends speak of an ancient band he had with the devil before his fall. Apparently Lucifer was an "over-dramatic entitled cryass."  and the band broke up. Afterwards, he moved to earth but got sidetracked by his newfound love for Longbottom Leaf.

Once thought only to be allegorical by ancient civilizations, a being bred from the marriage of sound and flow, an incarnate form in the essence of  resounding impression once again rides down with the melodious winds of Metal to battle in the ancient fields of Rock.

He was thought to have crawled from the depths of the river Styx. A curse from the Gods, some said. Others called him Vindicator. Or hero. A boundless force that takes charge of the land, shaking empires and toppling wonders. Leading lost souls home with the reverberation of his charging beat.

It's the band that always is. Never was there a generation of music without these four souls at the helm. Coming back one final time to lay down one more instance of Rock in the form of the Electric Church because you don't stop, won't stop, can't stop,  Rock 'n' Roll.