 | Blood E4M3: Charnel House Episode 4: Dead Reckoning Level 3 |
 | Charnel House #1 Charnel House is brought to you by WesHuffor.com in association with Broken Voice Comics. With contributors around the world, it's commitment is to bring you an innovative perspective on Crime, suspense and horror in the comic book medium. The book is 52 - pages, color. and pretty wicked. The idea was to get back to the Twilight Zone/Tales from the Crypt type format. I found some really talented writers out there. Issue one offers five stories Everything from cold film noir detective stories to monsters and devils. There was a lot of great artistic talent out there too. The coloring and lettering is really strong. |
 | Ghost calling with talking board The German charnel house, where the mortal remains of 1000 solders killed in the world war 1 during the isonzo offensive are burried.The rumour is that the place is haunting. |
 | Blood E4M3 Speedrun A speedrun of the level "Charnel House", in 39 seconds. |
 | Ghost hunting The German charnel house, where the mortal remains of 1000 solders killed in the world war 1 during the isonzo offensive are burried.The rumour is that the place is haunting. |
 | Agalloch - Hallways of Enchanted Ebony One of the best songs ever made. Photo: Camilla Svensson. Fucking love this lyrics: Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips Let the cold blood flow on it's own... Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul Long forgotten... From which of this oak shall I hang myself? These ebon halls are always dark... From which frostbitten bough shall I die? As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil As cold as her whisper and chilling gown No corridors of life and beauty These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now Hear this call... Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates Whispers... As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears No corridors of life and beauty No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world It was the light's end [Music by Haughm (12/97 - 2/98)] |
 | Caucasian Flavour Charnel House Productions esittää: Horror (?) movie from Karhula, Finland. Suomalainen lyhytelokuva, joka kertoo toveruudesta. |
 | The Crypts of Kutna Hora This was taken with a VHS camcorder in 1994 at the charnel house in Kutna Hora in the Czech Republic. The legend is that a hand full of dirt from the tomb of Jesus Christ was brought to this church and placed in the crypts in the 14th century. Many noble families wanted to be buried here. During the time of the Black Plague, thousands were buried here. Skulls with signs of sword inflicted wounds are on display. Would you like to spend the night alone in the crypts? |
 | Agalloch - Hallways of Enchanted Ebony Track 05 of the album Pale Folklore By Agalloch Genre: Atmospheric Folk/Dark Metal LYRICS: Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips Let the cold blood flow on it's own... Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul Long forgotten... From which of this oak shall I hang myself? These ebon halls are always dark... From which frostbitten bough shall I die? As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil As cold as her whisper and chilling gown No corridors of life and beauty These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now Hear this call... Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates Whispers... As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears No corridors of life and beauty No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world It was the light's end |
 | Mastifal: "Culto Vacio Radical" - DVD Vehemente mortuoria tu enfermedad, divaga tu cuerpo muerto emana la necedad nauseabundos sentimientos glorificado en tu barro te declamas tan sublime pesa en ti la soledad, tan sólo hablas con el viento. arde en mi sangre tu mal, no me alivia ya el encierro. no apaciguan el dolor ni la distancia ni el tiempo mis heridas, mi rencor, mis oscuros pensamientos enraizados en mi ser, lacerándome en su abismo ya no hay paz dentro de mí, la ira obtura mis sentidos. arde en mi sangre tu mal, no me alivia ya el encierro busco en dolor el final, hundir mi odio en tu cuerpo ciega y convulsa afección, vástago pútrido en mi alma. no soporto la presión resistiendo este tormento brota en mí ya sin control una malsana obsesión las palabras en tu voz cortan con fría arrogancia se pudren en tu interior. arde en mi sangre tu mal, no me alivia ya el encierro. busco en dolor el final, hundir mi odio en tu cuerpo. Void Radical Cult Dismal vermin all around, a corpse that wanders in the shadows Stubborn man with two blind eyes, besieged by thoughts of exploitation Glorified yet in the mud, you claim to be of higher knowledge Loneliness now weighs you down; you speak to your own damn reflection This evil inside became my private conflagration... All this pain erodes my verve; space and time become my torture The wound, the spite, the thought, the wrath, like an ancient malediction Roots that pierce deep through my soul, lacerating me in this abyss No more peace of mind for me, a veil of wrath now blinds my senses Since the evil inside became my private conflagration I crave in pain for the end: to drag you down to my inferno Blind and shuddering infection, a stillborn heir to a stranded soul.... to my soul My own grief has torn me apart; I hardly bear all of this pressure Unrestrained, my fury grows, setting free a wild obsession Words that cut through like a knife, they bear the mark of condescension Rotting in the charnel house within you Since the evil inside became my private conflagration I crave in pain for the end: to drag you down to my inferno... my inferno |
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