‘Brother!’ the biker yells, ‘Time to ride!’
Down the highways, across the deserts, we blaze a path of wrack and ruin. The undead burned and scattered before us, the villainous living set righteous or immolated by our wrath. Gas and chrome and lead are our holy trinity, our prayers are the bark of our exhausts, our war cries scream alongside the squeal of guitars.
The Black Crusade begins.
Paddy Dobson
25th October 2023