On the stage of forgotten souls, where night devours day, a band of distorted echoes rises. Their chords, like snakes wrapped in black velvet, slide through the ears of the world, whispering promises of freedom that echo like invisible chains. They weave melodies of fire and ashes, where each note is an invitation to the abyss, and the mesmerized audience dances on the threshold of chaos, believing it is just a feverish dream. These heralds of twilight are masters of influence, turning applause into storms. Their voices, ambiguous as ancient riddles, proclaim revolts that seem like rebirths, but plant seeds of discord in the fertile soil of vulnerable hearts. Evil, if it exists, floats like poetic mist in their lyrics—a sweet poison, chaos shrouded in beauty, where good and evil intertwine in an eternal embrace. And so, the earth breathes their breath, and chaos blooms like a black rose, ambiguous and irresistible, while the band smiles in the shadows, weaving destiny with threads of sound and silence. Is it art, or is it magic? Who can say, on the stage where reality dissolves into poetry?

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• How did you create the band “Freak”?

Ah, it was a pact. On a night with a full moon, we summoned ancient shadows in an abandoned basement. The music wasn't just sound. It's a portal to chaos. “Freak” was born to corrupt souls, one by one, like hellish whispers.

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• How does the band's music corrupt souls?

Our songs induce vivid hallucinations of nightmares, incite rebellions against order, and summon negative energies that feed on fear and hatred.