TUSK

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TUSK are returned and the towns folk descended onto sacred ground.

The skies above begin to belch and brewed hell's wind staff thrust into the faces of the followers with their sun burnt foreheads and tugs at the tails of their tunics

Here they await rapturous revelations, the likes of which have not been seen or heard by peasants or lords in over three thousand years.

Tuskian law clearly states that in the last phase of stifliferous Jaggerziah and his band of tusk shall roam the earth once more it will be a time of masterful musical medleys of evergreen grandeur of the Gods and shall pierce like nightingale song through the azure blue heavens turning them ashen.

Alas black rain will begin to fall and thus inevitably begins the great purge.

This must take place before a second Delquayian age can come to pass, a second truly great age where the fountains will once again run clear along Fore street where the mighty buns of the Sleddenese planes and glaze of old notter springs a new, a veritable cornucopia.

But first, the black rain must fall
and fall
and fall
and fall.

So that the sinner may wash his hands.

Until such a blessed time that RA turns his longing eyes upon Tuskians once more and thus signals the beginning of a new Golden Age.

Blessed are we that for now

TUSK are our

servants of sonic bliss

our doom laden deliverers

our harbingers of halcyon.

Performing at some sacred Ground near you this summer.