“Enter. The dark didn’t welcome you — it took you. This is Morbid Thoughts Radio, broadcasting from a cathedral that abandoned mercy long before your name was ever spoken. The doors behind you didn’t close; they locked, sealing out the light like a contagion. The air is thick with dust, ash, and the low, grinding hum of a choir that hasn’t drawn breath in centuries. The walls don’t echo here — they listen. The candles don’t flicker — they judge. The shadows don’t follow — they command. Our tower rises like a blackened spine against the sky, a monument to everything the world tried to bury. Its stones are cracked, hungry, and older than the prayers carved into them. From its heights, our signal crawls through crypts, tunnels, and forgotten graves, dragging the night behind it !