The fires of man came from this cauldron. And its production never ceases. Massive gut-punching percussion follows hallowed bells from on high. Gutteral growls and panned braams scatter the landscape. It only moves faster. And hotter.

Low-pulse synths meet a measured clack percussion, as distorted stingers fly by. Then the scene unfolds, as if captured in glimpses. Jungle percussion intensifies. The atmosphere thickens. Is your pulse quickening? Swirling synths and quickened percussion crescendo in an impossible speed burst that leave your senses reeling.

The COLD HOUND is the name of the ship that ferries the most terrifying humans to ever walk the earth. Viking shouts and growls are heard in the distance, and as the Norse percussion comes closer the ship's masts are revealed through the fog. But what they meet on the shores of this undiscovered land terrify even them; revenants of humanity meet in a viscious battle for supremacy.

A grooving, pulsating beat that will have your toes tapping and your head nodding. This is the driving rhythm of CONQUEST. Then a moment for a breath with high percussion taking focus, only to be hurried along by the huge and impending pattern, melted into the psyche of annihilation.

Feudal Japan. 1573. The pounding of 200 taiko drums leads this fearsome, righteous army into battle. The sounds of swords unsheathed, ancient woodwind cries, and impending percussive terror are enough nightmare for one people. But here on this battlefield, the tyranny of one man's rule will be put to death forever.

High percussion clicks, sticks and clacks pull us in deeper. Like the jungle has a mind of its own. The temperature and the rhythm intensify. Bending braams, cold snths, pulsing alarms all warn of some impending brawl. But we can't look away, the intrigue of our hearts pounding lead us in a trance to its final conclusion.

Lock and load. Systems check, all clear. Got ammo, zipped in, we are a go. The calm before the strike is almost disconcerting as pulse-pounging clicks and drums ramp and escalate in a gathering energy of drums, drones and braams.

Checking the Geiger counter, rads reading off the charts and it is time to RUN. Deep, booming hits and drums highlight this huge cue with increasing pressure and violence. Bass, clicks, drums and drones are highlighted with a decidedly taiko feel and underlying synths.

From deep below the surface of the blistering crust comes an ancient force, uncaring and malevolent. Deep vocals, ticks, drones and sinister synths highlight this cue's immortal nature.

An alien military force moving as one hive mind swarms across the sand towards its target, overwhelmed and wholly outnumbered. Shakers and metallic scrapes on top of drones and drums dominate this insectian war machine.

Seafarers and pirates from another dimension begin pouring through the cracks in the fabric of space and time as we gather steam and energy. There is no stopping the intergalactic tide now.

The hammer of the gods gives pace to the coming storm, a fire on the sea gathering heat and ferocity. Culminating in the soft song of the Lady of the Water who calls for war.