There, as he peeked into one solemn and cracked window, he spotted a wretched girl dressed in an old, ragged dress, with long hair that fell to the floor in a tangled, cobwebby mess. She was playing a badly tuned organ and singing out with such demented misery that at first he feared she was mad in the head. But, as was his way of being drawn to all things dark, he knocked on the window to attract her attention. The girl looked up and with only a mild start, ran to him as if she’d known him her whole life. She told him her name was Mariela Muerte and that she was held captive by a cruel and insane woman, more a monster than a human, who liked fresh blood. She’d raised her for this purpose, to feed on her everyday, so as to keep her true age of 666 at bay and her false beauty intact. Weakened by this torture, she was never able to escape but she had her music to comfort her.

As David watched her weep tears blood-red, he realized her dark soul was a perfect match for his (of course she may have also put a spell on the poor unsuspecting David for our supposed damsel in distress is not so much a damsel as she is a scheming witch) and decided there and then that music could provide an escape for both of them. And so it began. David had been in many bands before and had years of experience as a talented lead guitarist. Mariela had an innate talent for singing and composing beautiful melodies on the keyboard not to mention a masterful knack for casting spells and curses here and there. They formed a band called Caustica and became popular in a matter of weeks winning several competitions and playing in other neighboring cities. Mariela would creep out each night and, though considerably blood-drained, was fueled by Metal and was able to perform with the aggression of a true Metal Warrior. David poured out all the aggressiveness within his soul in his powerful riffing. On every escapade, David would make sure to watch out for “the hag” so they would not be caught. But soon the bloodsucker caught wind of what was happening and threatened to lock Mariela up in the dungeons below away from her music and from David. To escape forever was their only way out and they fled to another hellish land where the burning sun is always beaming and Metal Warriors roam by the thousands: Florida.

They started anew as FAETHOM and have been creating songs for other dark souls like them to hear and enjoy. On their journey they have added two amazing talents for the live Faethom experience. The first: a tall, rugged Argentinean madman named Federico Vidal whom they found in the Everglades hunting for fire-spitting demon wenches in the putrid swamps to add to his already impressive collection, a master on the bass (just ask those hot, little devils he keeps locked in his dungeon). Next, on drums they found Thomas Wittig, a seemingly laid-back individual with a dark and secretive past (yes, they’ve spotted him sharpening those menacing machetes with a killer gleam in his big, blue eyes) who sheds his calm exterior every time he pounds on those drums to reveal the true savage within. And as for “The hag,” well, she was left behind to rot in her mansion of death with a belly barren of the precious blood she so desperately needs to stay young and hopefully she will never know of the whereabouts of the FAETHOM clan, but one never knows…