AGTSA "AGTSA" MC
Tour de Garde
Distant troubling noises are coming out of Finland's nethermost woods... AGTSA's outcry! Whispers, creaks, something crawls in pitch black darkness. Ayahuasca nightmare trips in underground tunnels, under abandoned factories. The stench of charred remains, burned deep into the sewer walls. Souls rotten and black, like flesh and bones buried in a swamp years ago. Ancient horrors leaping into apocalyptic modern times. Ghastly sounds, like unknown diseases, rising beneath the rocks in the black soil. Feral, primal, cosmic.