THE CONCEPT   ANGRY ANGELS A CRUSADE FOR HEAVY METAL It was in the year 1099 when Gottfried of Bouillon stormed the walls of Jerusalem to gain it back for Christendom. It will be in the year 1999 when we - the ANGRY ANGELS - take the sword to free the Heavy Metal scene from posers, faggots and backstabbers of all kind ("Metal Crusaders"). Blood and fire will be spread among all non-believers to cleanse the earth (“The Fury Of The Angels“) and prepare it for the one titanic battle who will seal the end of all our enemies (“Tyrants Of Steel“). This will be the beginning of the metal ages... In the third month of the year of the lord 1998 the two mighty axeswingers NAMOR and THE NIGHTBLADE declared themselves publically eternal servants of the “Circle Of Steel“ and started sharpening their axes for the great campaign to be fought. Not long after they realised, that support was needed against the still mighty and tricky legions of false prophets and deceivers in the Heavy Metal universe. Following legends and strange rumours about an unbelievably old necromancer supposed to live in a tower surrounded by razor-sharp cliffs and violent sea on the island of damnation (“The Necromancer“), they went on this most dangerous journey to evoke him from his unholy slumber. Countless fights and adventures laid behind them, when the bleach light of the two evil full moons tore the silhouette of a giant black tower out of the cruel blackness they were sailing through. Only with the help of seadevils they evoked, NAMOR and THE NIGHTBLADE could bravely fight their way through the vanguard of demons protecting the necromancers sleep and wake him. Since the necromancers face is covered with scars from endless battles he fought against barbaric aliens with stone-age minds and laser-technology ("Starfire") throughout the centuries, he wears a leather torture mask not to scare the shit out of his most loyal servants, henceforth called HOODSLAVES. In battle he sometimes wears a helmet instead. Because of the habit of wearing masks and helmets he was given the nickname THE HOOD. The mighty triumphirat swore eternal allegiance and revenge to all those who failed in keeping up the metal-spirit! And then they returned to the upper world... Thousands of backstabbers and posers fell under the swords of vengeance wielded by these triumphant warlords ("Realm Of Dragons"). And so did their wealth and kingdoms (“The Crown And The Saxon Throne“). They recruited MORTIIZ – the hammer on the anvil - to harden their steel in his underground blacksmith and to cool it in heathens blood. In the meantime THE HOOD took over vocal duties and was renounced “High Priest Of The Metal Inquisition“ and given – along with the other warlords - the rank of knighthood as a “High Protector Of The True Metal Kingdom“. The ultimate “Circle Of Steel“, the ANGRY ANGELS were born!!! On their march onward to eternal glory they stopped for a while to christen their first anthems of pure steel and mayhem. They were baptzized FIRST BLOOD as an hommage to the lifejuice of those who died during the defloration of the warriors weapons in battle. While you read this lines and listen to FIRST BLOOD, we - the ANGRY ANGELS - are preaching the sword and the crusade for Heavy Metal. Hundreds of lucky losers meet their merciful fate in the flames of the Metal Inquisition, while others – less lucky – have to experience the unearthly cruel and sadistic treatment of THE HOOD in his dungeons of torture. Terror reigns within these haunted walls and the only sound which is louder than the poor victims` screams is his laughter when another glowing steel is deforming their tortured flesh. No mercy for the posers!   To be continued...             Riding out of the bloodred haze of the battefield, leaving their first blood and triumph behind them and guided by the gods of war and thunder, they reached the temple of the warrior goddess, who lemurian priests call the Princess Of Steel. Warriors used to cut out the hearts of their fallen enemies to temple a virgin sword on her altar. And so did THE HOOD. They prayed for her alliance in their holy crusade for metal. A mighty storm arose and blew out their candles and in the middle of the dark she stood in flesh and blood: the mighty Princess Of Steel. Embarrassed, shaky and full of fear the priests fled the temple. Her long red hair was shaking in the wind as she pointed her mighty sword to the warriors breasts - one by one: NAMOR, NIGHTBLADE, MORTIIZ and THE HOOD.   And so they were honoured, allegiance was sworn in the name of all into metal and the warrior goddess herself: the Princess Of Steel. Back on the battlefields of this world they felt the strength of her power raving in their veins. And the last thing you see in their eyes when they raise their sword against you is her spirit, the spirit of the Princess Of Steel.   The bite of their grim steel became a legend among the enemies of metal! The word was spread and more and more metalheads took the sword to join their circle of steel. The warriors gathered and when they counted their faithful servants, they found two-hundred on either side.   Priests came to bless those who took the sword. Proudly they stood: so faithful to fight, so fearless to die. It was THE HOOD who chose seven of them to lead their troops into battle. Those seven were given the honour of knighthood, for   one should lead their armies in the west. One should lead their armies in the east. One should lead their armies in the south. One should lead their armies in the north. One to defend the homelands of the angels. One to break the iron gates of hades and one to storm the golden walls of heaven!   And out on the fields of glory he spoke to them:   "Thou shall stand brave and thou shall keep the faith in the circle of steel with iron fists and iron will"   And so it was done! Billions of enemies have to be fought! Oceans of blood have to be spilled! Aeons of time have to be crossed! May our armies grow in time, but we shall never forgot those who were the first to join us on our crusade for metal!   To be continued...