An Ominous Recording
The Sigting Is A Portent Of Doom
Electronic Voice Phenomena The Sighting Was A Portent Of Doom
The Funerary Dirge Of A Violinist
Once Upon A Time - Theres No Place Like Home
Tragedy Ever After
Haunting Echoes From The Seventeenth Century
Corpse In A Nebulous Creek
When Crows Tick On Windows
And The Consequence Macabre
The Witch Perished In Flames
Sunday, October third. 6 p.m. rain...
I was ordered to execute seven prisoners.
Lined up, blindfolded and chained to a stake in a field.
It seemed as if my bullets couldn't reach them.
Instead the seven grinned and seven horrible visions of war,
One by one, captured my soul...
I was ordered to execute seven prisoners.
Lined up, blindfolded and chained to a stake in a field.
It seemed as if my bullets couldn't reach them.
Instead the seven grinned and seven horrible visions of war,
One by one, captured my soul...