A dark overcast hangs low on a blackened sky. Four figures emerge from the fog and shadows at a cemetery gate, their faces covered by a darkness cast by hooded cloaks. One of them extends their ghostly white hand and makes contact with the icy steel. The rusty gate is swung open, making and ear spiting, almost dead waking noise. The figures walk silently down a narrow path, their boots sinking into the slick mud. They reach an old grave and stop, gazing motionlessly at the stone before them. Without and instant of hesitation they suddenly fall upon the dirt with shovels, digging at is savagely. One of their dilapidated shovels scrapes upon something wooden and they stop, grinning fiendishly at one another. One of them holds out a hand and a crowbar is placed into it. The figure places the tool into position and the coffin's cover is torn inanely from its resting place. The group stares at the bones that lie inside the now open tomb and simultaneously begin to chant madly in an unknown language. The bones form together and rise slowly from the ground, standing before the now silent forms. The four ghouls and their new companion depart from the sea of graves, fully intent on forming a band that would bring the fiendish terror that the world desperately lacked.
Lines Up
Vocal - Mr. Bones
Guitar - Squishy
Bass - Johnny Flesh
Drums - Wolfman (Dale)
Keyboard - Phantom Home
