Created on Cybertron. Sent to earth to celebrate fear, bass, blood and snares. No feelings, no morals and no empathy.
You expect music, you get a fucking extermination.
You expect emotions, you receive a roundhouse kick right in your face.
Welcome to the original motion soundtrack of the extinction of mankind. The hymn of suffering. The song of doom.
Hello sweetheart.
Your planet is fucked.
COMBAT BRIEFING send to:
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