through a smoke-filled haze, a child approaches a door and enters a room created by the sonic bombardment of apocalyptic proportions. he sees an old man with `napalm death inscribed on his chest in a reclining chair. as he gets closer to the body, he observes four horsemen slowly don a corroded crown of thorns around his head. he sulks in his chair and reacts grimly as they peel back his flesh... our flesh... god s flesh. out pours a demonic storm at a catastrophic magnitude. cold, desolate rhythms, ripping guitar and bass lines, blood-curdling lyrics and bleak reminders of a world gone bad. the child turns in disbelief as the man s body deflates and his soul rises. he runs out of the room, but turns around once more to pay his respects. he views two men in shrouds, leaving the room. for years these two men have wandered around this labyrinth, scratching, clawing and searching for a way out. finally, they walk down a corridor with a third shadow. the child watches as they leave the corridor and open a door to a white, blinding light. they leave the labyrinth and present themselv... (More GODFLESH Biography)