We met in Lisbon, two years ago. Since that very day we bonded our souls in a crusade against destiny, across the desert. The path is difficult, but at each step we leave behind the worlds we created, haunting the desert. Worlds of purity and dream, lost landscapes and legendary creatures, built upon joy and tears, upon the laughter of our children who in the dawn, come across the wasteland unto us, from the music, the nightmares and the echoes of our nights. Behind us we left monuments of utter suffering, burning temples of passion unleashed, deep tides of grief, marshes of inky blackness where hand in hand we drowned in terror. Behind us we left the fields of absolute death, where the voices of our ancestors raised to greet us, and the fields of triumphant life, where Love bloomed free and mighty. Our crusade across the desert continues, in our world created with love, blood, sweat, sex, tears, rage, anger, strife, screams, pain and laughter. Together we started the crusade across the desert, hand in hand we walked the first steps along the infinite wasteland, above us, in the still night a crescent moon shines, illuminating our crusade, in Love, Blood and Obscurity.