These are the albums that separate the men from everyone else. The albums that will make you cry like a little bitch if you have insufficient testosterone in your system. The albums that make you want to put on a viking helmet and go on a rape-and-pillage-a-thon on your neighborhood.
10Procession to the Infraworld
What better way to begin this list than with a journey through the deepest recesses of an Aztec warrior's tortured soul? Those Aztecs, man, they were some crazy motherfuckers. What with the human sacrifices and high priests eating the still-beating hearts of vanquished enemies. You know who else is a badass motherfucker? Daniel Corchado. And this is the best thing he's ever been credited with.
With no mercy, marching for revenge,
we the proudest, rise high the flames of victory,
always guided by the eyes of the serpent
always procreating our liberation and destiny.
My castle made of skulls and bones,
and painted with the the entrails of the defeated"