And darkness was upon the land. All that was, was no more. The land lay wasted in ruins. No words were spoken. No songs were sung. Music was in a state of chaos. Its direction unknown. But one day, in the forest and through the trees, a voice came calling. Calling from above. Calling for “The Awakening”. The wind carried the voice throughout the land in hopes that it would be heard. When all had seem to fail, there stirred a movement in the ashes. And from the ashes arose a strong and powerful group of musicians called “Worhol”.
An era of music that would be expressed in the creation of multiple personalities. The rebirth of the long lost heart filled lyrics. The memory of mesmerizing melodies. The rhythms of thunder in the night. Arise to “The Awakening”. Listen to its voice. An army of chosen ones who would bring forth to the land a new and inspirational voice in music. Thou shall be Awakened!