Within the oceans of metal of hells great halls there is a single solemn note that is struck with such silent precision like that of a scalpel laser beam that surgically removes all things that might have brought comfort and joy. And begins to implant seething melodies of malignant life, Amputates innocence and masterfully shreds all dignity and leaves nothing but raw and inexperienced flesh, In life he or she might have experienced everything and done all but in hells most primitive state it time to begin again to rework your soul, Making it something malleable, Something to caress, to taste, To experience throughout. To make whole again.