We had weaved through the city with relative ease,
and were parked lakeside by high noon.
Joining the vanguard of amp’d up
and vibrantly dark Mayhem marchers,
our foot-stomps created a growing riffscape of anticipation;
Then merch tents and stages came into sight,
as we approached the thunder of double bass kicks and death growls.
The stages became organs,
and we the blood flow they demanded