Demanda

 - What dost thou want?

- What canst thou give?

- Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?

O Retorno das Trevas

Excelente!

The Dark One retorna a atividade, agora em forma de podcast! Observem!

http://td1p.com

Com o objetivo de comentar sobre o trash, e tudo aquilo que influencia os ideais da produtora. No primeiro episódio, o tema convenientemente trata de RE-ANIMATOR!

Não morreu ainda?

Mais uma morte sem "saving throw".

Morra muito

When the Jews return to Zion
And a comet rips the sky
And the Holy Roman Empire rises,
Then You and I must die.

From the eternal sea he rises,
Creating armies on either shore,
Turning man against his brother
'Til man exists no more.



"You'll see me in *hell*, Mr. Thorn. There, we will share out our sentence. "

"A number just for me"

Música do Iced Earth, "Damien", parte integrante do album Horror Show.

”Mundi Universitas Flammescorri Mi Immigreavi"

So the beast resides in me
Deep down I always knew
I never really did fit in
So diverse from all of you
Let him who comprehends
Know the number of the beast
It's a number of a man
A number just for me

As the boy becomes a man
Father's minions pave the way
Set in motion now, Armageddon,
Final conflict, end of days

I embrace the hounds of hell
And the power they oblige
For the task that lies ahead
The Nazarene I'll crucify
They'll see the raptures of our kingdom
They'll see the truth to mankind
I'll show what hell truly is
The monotony of their lives

When the Jews return to Zion
And a comet fills the sky
The Holy Roman Empire rises
And you and I must die
From the eternal sea he rises
Creating armies on either shore
Turning man against his brother
Till man exists no more

Nazarene, what can you offer?
Since the hour you vomited forth from the gaping womb of a woman
you have done nothing but drown men's soaring desires
in a delusion of sick sanctimonious immorality
I was conceived of a jackal
your pain on the cross was but a splinter,
compared to the agony of my father
I will drive deeper the thorns into your rancid carcass
you're a profaner of Isis
Cursed Nazarene, I will avenge thy torment

Now Disciples of the Watch
See your Prince of Darkness rise
Through famine and destruction
The Four Horsemen at my side
I demand a victory, I demand a sacrifice
Or spend all eternity
In the flaccid gut of Christ!

Rises again!

Música do Misfits, inspirada no filme Dr. Phibes Rises Again:

Years ago they took from me
The only thing I ever loved
For I've returned, hear me say
There's nowhere to run

Vengeance is mine, snap of your spine
Tracking, the wolf's at your throat

Succulently, the beast so silent feeding
Into Hell you go speeding
Your life's at stake
The abominable Dr. Phibes rises again
By the moon crypt doors open
Every last bone was broken
Murder without a clue
For Dr. Phibes rises again

Oh, my wife again you'll live
The gift of life be mine to give
First there's things that I must do
Make them pay for killing you

My patients, my prey, all flesh torn away
Nurse scalpel please, skinned to the bone
Killed on the phone, what a shame, no one home

Succulently, the beast so silent feeding
Into Hell you go speeding
Your life's he takes
The abominable Dr. Phibes rises again
By the moon crypt doors open
Killed before one word's spoken
Murder without a clue
For Dr. Phibes rises again

Ancient Egyptian river
Once upon life will give her
And there we'll ride, oh
Anton Phibes, oh rises again, rises again

Down, down the river of life
No more pain, no more strife
And we can be together again, yeah

Oh, to be, oh forever to be
Oh, oh, it is my dream
It is our destiny

The beast so savage feeding
From his brow sweat is beading
Make no mistake
For Dr. Phibes rises again
All of the lives I've taken
For you my heart was breakin'
No one survives when
Dr. Phibes rises again
As we sit on the river
Breath of life make me shiver
Open your eyes my dear
Rise from the grave
Now that my task's completed
For I have death defeated
Gone without a trace
Anton Phibes, oh rises again, rises again

Chamando alguém de feio, com estilo

Li no livro de Noel Carroll (Filosofia do Horror) uma descrição muito sucinta para uma pessoa não-bonita:

"...a monstruosidade inconcebível, indescritível e indizível que, por sua mera aparência, transformara uma alegre reunião numa manada de fugitivos delirantes."