Executioner’s Song

Despite being lined up for execution, the doomed men could not resist the urge to tap a foot to the unusual music being played. One by one, all fifty men began moving in unison, subtly at first, then gaining momentum and whipping into a frenzy. The dust kicked up as a whirling human cyclone formed. Bodies began crashing together, limbs and guts ripped apart. The executioner’s head banged up and down. When the last of them had fallen, the executioner turned off the music and removed his hood.

“What the hell was that?” his new assistant asked.

He smiled. “Death Metal.”