Ommadon: Forged of iron and hewn of rock.
Ommadon: Born of scorched plains and jagged vistas.
Ommadon: The horns that crown them rise skyward like twin pillars of bitter black smoke.
Ommadon: Every deep, slow sound they produce seems intent on setting the world to tremble.
Ommadon: Two shambling man-things entombed in a world of towering amplifiers and tangled, tar-encrusted guitar strings.
Ommadon: A dread, doom thing that clamours over and around you and refuses ever to relent.
Ommadon: A strange torment, but one that will be frequently and even willingly endured.