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Strap yourself into the outfit of a vampire killing assassin. Leather, studs, skulls and don’t forget your trusty crucifix. Keep the night crawlers in order and begin the cull. Those bloodsuckers need to be slayed and...
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On our death bed we long for the loving greeting at Heaven’s Gate. For many, however, the welcome mat has long been awaiting our footsteps to fall in the cold eternal blackness. The door is open for all who sin…will...
On our death bed we long for the loving greeting at Heaven’s Gate. For many, however, the welcome mat has long been awaiting our footsteps to fall in the cold eternal blackness. The door is open for all who sin…will...
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On our death bed we long for the loving greeting at Heaven’s Gate. For many, however, the welcome mat has long been awaiting our footsteps to fall in the cold eternal blackness. The door is open for all who sin…will...
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Weary from endless aeons of reaping, Old Father Time swaps his scythe for the delicate, muted strains of Death’s dance macabre. The faithful dead revel in the joy of their untimely demise as the song plays eternally.
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Weary from endless aeons of reaping, Old Father Time swaps his scythe for the delicate, muted strains of Death’s dance macabre. The faithful dead revel in the joy of their untimely demise as the song plays eternally.
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Weary from endless aeons of reaping, Old Father Time swaps his scythe for the delicate, muted strains of Death’s dance macabre. The faithful dead revel in the joy of their untimely demise as the song plays eternally.
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Strap yourself into the outfit of a vampire killing assassin. Leather, studs, skulls and don’t forget your trusty crucifix. Keep the night crawlers in order and begin the cull. Those bloodsuckers need to be slayed and...
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On our death bed we long for the loving greeting at Heaven’s Gate. For many, however, the welcome mat has long been awaiting our footsteps to fall in the cold eternal blackness. The door is open for all who sin…will...
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Through the tattered and torn fabric of his death robes, the Grim ReaperÆs grotesque face peers out from the shadow, cold and unmoving with sunken eyes that have seen an eternity. The fabric of time wears thin.
Through the tattered and torn fabric of his death robes, the Grim ReaperÆs grotesque face peers out from the shadow, cold and unmoving with sunken eyes that have seen an eternity. The fabric of time wears thin.
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Through the tattered and torn fabric of his death robes, the Grim ReaperÆs grotesque face peers out from the shadow, cold and unmoving with sunken eyes that have seen an eternity. The fabric of time wears thin.
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