Black moon heavy in sky, and heavy in heart, black of night's sky eternally draped over firmament and choked with the darkness that only emptiness can bring; lies a world of endless stone corridors and tunnels, of crypts, tombs, and gravestones. A world of perpetual night ruled only by that denizen of shadow known only as Roman Master. In the year of 2016, that nightmarish being unchained its fourth incantation from its litany of grimoires, with, sadly, only twenty five of these being let loose into the ephemeral world through medium of cassette tape damnation. Fortunately, Roman Master has sworn grand alliance in conspiracy with the iron teeth of GoatowaRex black necropolis mastery, finally bringing this hallowed incantation of true cult worship, back into the hands of acolytes upon a mastercraftsman cassette tape of morbid wonder.
