The saga of Lich King

Once upon a time, Thor and He-Man were fighting. He-Man swung his sword of power and Thor met it with Mjolnir, his mighty hammer. The resulting lightningstorm killed them both, but from the blood and ozone and blackened bits of bone a new band was born. This would be the greatest thrash metal band in history. This is their tale. Then they wrote some songs and stuff. They were okay. The songs after that were better, I dunno. Anyway, they cast their spell upon the altar of steel. Gary Holt took a listen and his ears burst into flame. Billy Milano began weeping as he listened, and he threw himself from a bridge in despair. Jeff Hanneman listened to BUT ONE Lich King song and shook his head, then broke his guitar over one knee. He walked into a Staples and began filling out an application.

Sadly, the fans of Lich King are few, as the music is so ferocious and primal that it boils the brain and sends a potential listener to valhalla with but a few tasty riffs. The lesson to be learned is that listening to Lich King will kill you... so don't do it.