In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking inspiration against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the game awards for best ost, and those that tasted the bite of his guitar named him... Mick Gordon