Bite Down on My Winchester

Mayhem was having another psychotic flare, feeling hatred towards almost everyone he could think of. He angrily searched through his lyric sheets, passing song after song that could just as easily expressed his anger. Seeing one in particular, he snatched it up and read through it hastily. Laughing harshly, he threw it aside and stepped out onto one of the balconies to stare at the crowd in his dance hall. A band was playing at the time, but he'd step in the second they were finished.
Angrily making his way down through the darkened halls, he pushed through heavy wooden doors towards the slightly lifted stage. The other band members looked up suddenly at the sight of Mayhem and prepared to receive orders from him. They had gotten used to his crazy mood swings and prepared to play another song.
"I have a story to tell you all, and it's one of my favorites.. You deserve to get to know The Obsidian Hall's owner and let me tell you There's A Reckonin' A Comin'.."

"There was a boy I can recaaaall..