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Wings of charred sulphur envelope the suffocating heat burning from within this dragons belly. Molten lava seeps from every crack along her body, dripping to the ground where furious flames whip and lick at her feet.
Grinding gears kick into shuddering life, as the rust from a thousand years of dormancy falls to the granite below. Teeth interlock, wheels turn and creaking joints that were once fused from lack of use unfurls metallic wings poised for flight. The dragon awakes.
The hedonistic glamour of late 80s Sunset Strip with a
fresh makeover. The studs and chains of oldskool metal collides with modern
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true...and in a way it is. Rock and roll style in one killer top.
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No Steam Punk biker should be without this. Realistic leather, laces & buckles with a metallic winged skull and cravat. This is Heavy Metal with a twist of Victorian elegance, and every bit the gothic Spiral masterpiece.Allover Longsleeve T-Shirt Black is made of Top Quality 100% Cotton, Interlock using skin friendly, Azo-free, Reactive dyes.
The welcoming gaze of a maternal wolf emerging from the shadows at dusk. A hand-crafted talisman hangs around her neck, much the same as those made by your tribe. She is a friend, an ally – your spirit animal. To follow her back into the darkness, where forms become abstract and time is forgotten, would be a great adventure.
The eve of the Solstice has fallen, and the days are at their longest. Yet, night time brings the promise of a newly borne magick, summoned with strength and purpose through the crystal facets that adorn this altar. Witchcraft is alive and true, 'Blessed Be'.
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Back from beyond the grave, this de-composer has an axe to grind and another to shred. The amps are set to eleven while this dead guy is shunning Heaven, because everybody knows that the dude downstairs with the pointy tail has all the best tunes.
Entwined together beyond the realms of the living, the final taboo plays out upon a splintered bed of lost souls. As the crimson glow of a bleeding sky pours through the ornate windows of a church in Hell, a fallen angel is locked in a deathly embrace forsaken by God…. but it feels oh, so right.
Resurrected in a time of war and protected by the cross of St. George, a heroic knight of the Patriotic Undead forges courageously into battle, just as he did when he was a living and breathing young man. To die for your country a second time is an honour few are bestowed. As the razor-sharp arrows pierce his armour and his enemies fall beneath him, hear this lion’s roar from a life beyond the grave.
Prayer will not bring back those souls lost to the tumultuous rigors of time. The sands fall. Bodies become echoes, as places we loved are haunted with memories. The lifeless ones are constantly recruiting, and joining their ever-increasing ranks is mandatory. It is not a matter of if you become ‘The Dead’…but of when.
Throw the dice to reveal your fate. A blistering torrent of flame from within the dragon’s chest ignites the surrounding gloom, as you cast your most potent retaliatory spell. A whirlwind of emerald sparks fills the cave and the beast falls, lifeless. Your valiant quest continues as you press onwards. Heroes are forged in battle, that’s just how we roll.
Death comes ripping, his dual blades tearing at the fabric of time as he callously collects the dead like a grim hobbyist, musing at his latest acquisition. The fragile wings of we mortal insects are so easily plucked from our decaying backs.
The grinding of gears and the slamming of pistons heralds the dawn of a new era, one where a powerful aesthetic born in a time of warfare reigns. Fuel your fires with monolithic metal skulls and forge your future in the furnace of the true creator.
Summoning strength from the latent energies of those who remain unseen and have been long since forgotten, the weight of the world lays heavy on the tortured frame of the graveyard’s standard bearer. Alone he walks, and has done for an eternity, with only the silenced voices of his subterranean neighbours for company. Their bodies, sadly, are but carrion for the crows.
The Battle Horn sounds from a distant shore, shrouded in mists that rise and fall like the tide on the dark sands. The piercing roar of the enemy echoes throughout the gloom. This night will unfold like a dragon’s wings, just as legend predicted, but the victor is yet to be decided.
The bludgeoning pain of fragile mortality writ large; a display of elegant ferocity and crushing power. ‘Death Forever’ is a dark, malevolent beast of a design with a bold, direct message…Death becomes you, so embrace your fate.