Marduk

This is pure, ceremonial evil.
First: the cross is inverted inverted. Doubly inverted, so inverted that time itself running back and farwards and the universe tries to devour oneself. A symbol of utterly unnecessary darkness. Totally, profoundly, irresponsibly evil.

At its core lies the Inner Triangle, carved from the deepest layer of the inner hellish circle where all scholars have wept and growling demons haunting for the flesh of the wicked.

Inscribed at the threshold, in letters that smell faintly of sulfur and a pungent stench rising from the words who are written:

“All farts must be abandoned by those who enter.”

And then there is 999 ---
Do not ask about it.
Do not think about it.
Do not whisper it.

But if you do, and you will, you naughty boy: it is the Hell-Triangle Area Code, a number through which one may dial directly into the lower fartastrophe abyss. Be warned: your ears will begin to bleed, your mind will unravel, and you will endure an eternity of criminal insane diarrhea.

This is not a band nor a music.
This is not art.
This is Black Deep Fart Metal.