Exerpts from the Stormfront

- It was this whole birthing process that was delivered out of too many pills and totally degenerate wasted feeling…
- It was motion, the automatic feeling of requirement…
- It wasn’t bright and cheery eyed hope…
- More like a short and lifeless energy…
- Couldn’t even do our own f***ing riffs, it was mindless rabble…
- From an acoustic, like we were some f***ing hobbits…
- Our first approach was semi-nationalist, but we figured the idea was wasted on the ideas we had…
- Yeah, at this point we had some hard evidence of, well, our sh*** I guess…
- The whole Nazi thing, though strong to us, didn’t fit our stuff…
- We were to concentrated on the darkness rather the obscurity…
- F*** you, its obscure as f***…yeah, without the whole, zeroing out of political humor, and your already controversial shit, I’ve nailed better things then that…
- Moving on…yeah, after a few riffs, the music really turned out better then we expected…
Sort of like this really be cloud of coke dust…we vaporized…
- Through hell and fire, this is Blaspherion….of blasphemy and darkness, we arise.