• The moon she hangs like a cool portrait, and you stand idly by underneath, wondering just what you'll do on this frostbitten night. Ah, the things you could do: an unholy sacrifice, grapefruit clutching, or maybe just a night at home with a good book, one that wasn't written in a dead language in the blood of the innocents. Are you metal? Do you have what it takes to join people -- nay, gods, like Immortal, on the musical field of battle? This test will determine if you're worthy. Crom's blessings on you, peon!