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After the energic vibrations that had stirred up the universal metal sounds Woewarden were like the primal scream of life.
Grinding metal riffs, a big, bold and bountiful bass the cathartic vocal screams were a healing focal for the those that gathered at their alter.
Heinken beer was sacrificial offering to the Death Metal Gods and Goddess with the Final Frontier of Metal crossed, there will be no coming back.
Like chicks escaping the nest the Woewarden are sure to be flying forever.