Wednesday, June 26, 2013

REVIEW-HUMAN LARVAE-WHAT LIES AHEAD-CASSETTE

HUMAN LARVAE-WHAT LIES AHEAD-CASSETTE
Unrest Productions-Unrest26
Power Electronics/Harsh Noize/Death Industrial
Comes in plastic case with J-card insert.Limited to
120 hand-numbered copies.


SIDE A.)
I.) A JOURNEY TOWARDS OBLITERATION/SELF DESTRUCTIVE THOUGHT PATTERN:
II.) EGO FEEDER:
III.) MOMENTS I'D LIKE TO SHOVE YOUR WORDS BACK DOWN YOUR THROAT:
As soon as the tape goes in it hits you with a rush of energy followed then by a voice speaking 
demands.It continues for some time.How one interperates this journey to obliteration is entirely
 up to them.We all have our own thoughts we keep hidden.Waves of a thought pattern or simply 
the sounds of self destruction.What ever it might be listening to these tracks makes it impossible to 
hide. It swallows you whole.The names of these songs fit exactly what it sounds like an then some.
Voices talking in an unknown language.Low sounds rumbling like rotating industrial cylinders and
then haulting for the next transition. :)

SIDE B.)
IV.) AND THEN YOU'LL LEARN:
V.) TRUTH SEEKER:
VI.) BECOMING THE LOCUST:
Industrial rumblings begin keeping rythm like a heartbeat.A womans speaks her voice is inviting as 
a man answers her.I am unsure of what either of them are saying but it makes one feel uneasy.
I'm sure thats just the start.A man speaks alone this time words of reason and truth in a hypnotizing 
Tone.The sound of crushed metal scraping in the background.Steady is the pace that gives life to the 
truth seeking litstener.Loud screams at the top of the lungs.Words peirce my ears.The voice naturaly 
distorted almost molevolent.He's one to be heard and not misunderstood.A pause of silence seperates 
the last but not least.Here again in this journey is the becoming of the locust.You can hear them.Hundreds 
of them.Like infestation they gather at thee wonderous sight devouring everything in their path to make 
way for a certain someone or something.Manipulated voices again but different.Almost inhuman madness 
strikes.Paranoia inlicts it's final blow to the mind.Heart racing losing sanity.Until a final scream echos and sends 
chills down my spine.

SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND:
7.5/10
-NECRODOLL-

UNRESTPRODUCTIONS.CO.UK

Monday, June 24, 2013

REVIEW-HUMAN LARVAE-HOME IS WHERE THE HURT IS-CD

HUMAN LARVAE-HOME IS WHERE THE HURT IS-CD
Existentence Establishment-EEVIII
Power Electronics/Death Industrial/Harsh Noize
Comes in a slim cardboard case.Hand nubered 
to 500 copies.


I.) I FEEL THEREFORE I HURT:
With a low and rising synth pulse the album begins and builds.
Static flows above the humming synths growing louder and louder.
A second pulse begins to breath in breaths of thick electronic ambience.
Haunting sounds like a damned choir moan over the ambient tones as a
voice encourages suicide over and over.Sheets of semi-harsh noize billow
in the winds.There is a looming sense of despondency and hopelessness.
A life at the end of the rope.In your face distorted bursts of angry vocals
echoe leaving traces of angst and desperation.Dying to die.This sounds
like a more pissed off NAVICON TORTURE TECHNOLOGIES in 
many ways.Harsh gusts of noize contend with the previous sounds in
a struggle for the recognition.They prevail and overcome all that was
before them until silence falls.

II.) RADIATION WASTELAND:
Heavy breathing.Male and female.low winds.The rustling of unknown
objects.Cold and empty.Indeed a wasteland of suffering.Synth strings
rise from the wastes and turn into a pulse of electronic industrial sound.
Vocals laced in a thick coat of static shout out.Muffled and manipulated
by effects.A lone voice in the wretched wastes.Dark ambience mixed with
pitch black industrial noize.Tortured and full of agony.All becomes cold and
silent once more.Heavy breathing and rolling tides of water filled with bile.

III.) RAPIST PIG:
Like a soundtrack to a demented nightmare track three begins.Dark ambience
and rustling objects of some sort.Blackened vocals roar along death industrial
soundscapes.Rumbling sub-bass and perfectly timed inhuman drumming.
The vocals sound wretched to an extreme.Spewing fourth like black tar
and bleeding out into the desolate stillness and mechanical rythm.A crunching
layer of noize and static blacks out the skies.Smothering all percussion and 
murdering all vocals that were once present.Raping the track of it's former self.
buried behind all this are haunting traces of ambience and pitch shifted vocals.
Deep and inhuman like something you would expect to hear from a STEEL
HOOK PROSTHESIS album.Deep churning electronics and buzzing noize
can also be found within.Noize persists in masses of static bass and obscured
ambience.A looped voice repeats the word "agitate" til all is no more.

IV.) I DO THIS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU:
Gusts of wind like tattered cloth.A woman moans and screams in
complete agony.Her cries echoe and die but she is still cursed to
live as she is tortured.Muffled voices can be heard gathered around
their victim.What sounds like bones snapping or perhaps staples
being pounded into flesh gives us some insight as to what form of
torture she is going through.Sobbing and writhing as the winds blow
through cold and empty chambers.Like a serial killer dwelling in a 
sewer with no one but his victim.Pulses of noize roll on in the distance.
You do crazy things when your in love.

V.) TO HIDE IN HER UTERUS AND HOPEFULLY SUFFOCATE IN ABSOLUTE TRANQUILLITY:
Harsh noize crackles through the speakers in a mass of distortion.
Swallowing everything whole.All light in total eclipse.As it fades
it begins to sound like a buzzsaw or some other sharp serated 
power tool forcing it's way into a place it should not be.Loud
distorted screams laced in feedback call out from within that 
place.A deep dark hole of hate.This is the most aggressive 
track to be found on the album thus far.Desperate with the
urge to end all life in it's wake including it's own.Myriad static
voices ramble on along blazing static and deep dark ambience
until it begins to lose itself within itself.Haunting and beautiful
synth strings form a melancholic ode to tragedy bringing it all
to a mournful close.Again this reminds me of NAVICON
TORTURE TECHNOLOGIES with it's perfect blend of
harsh noize and woe filled synth.

VI.) A CELEBRATION OF OPEN SKIN:
Vocals spill fourth like projectile vomit.Feedback and strange
synth behind each pile of puke.There is an almost Native American
melody being played out on wood flutes as the vocals spill out.A great
contract that somehow works flawlessly.Deep machine like rythms 
coil around and strip the track to bare noize.Opening skin and throwing
it to the carrion as it expands.Harsh noize and death industrial blending
into grade A power electronics.

VII.) TIS MY DESIRE TO LOATH IN THE FIRES OF VENGEANCE:
This album combines all the best elements of harsh noize and dark 
ambient.Beautiful synth strings backed by a pounding industrial
pulse.Clanging metallics and demented samples.Demented voices,
wicked laughter and tormented gasps.Swirling sounds rise and turn
into deep daemonic entities.Cymbols beat on like an aproaching train.
Thick bubbling ambience flows out over the rest.Immense and 
breath taking.Breath taking as in both beauty and suffocation.
Ripping noize like a storm tearing your roof off destroys the
track and brings us closer to the grand finale.

VIII.) LIPS WILL BLEED, HEARTS WILL BREAK:
By now if you have made it this far you are both broken 
and bleeding.Harsh and utterly fucked up electronic noize.
Glitchy and raped by various effects.A metal blade scrapes
and scratches filling the air with red hot sparks.Sampled
spoken word vocals tell us that we should beg them to
kill us in agony.Blasting harsh noize chokes the air in
one final session of torture and pain before we suffer a 
loss too great to bear.

IX.) A LOSS TOO GREAT TO BEAR:
This is fucking stunning.By far one of the most beautiful
and emotional dark ambient tracks I have ever heard period.
The final track comes as a great surprise as I expected this
to end in a murderous rage but rather HUMAN LARVAE
has graced us with a haunting mass of synth strings and choir
like chants.A requiem of regret.A song for fallen angels.
This has an almost religious feel to it.Like stumbling upon
something sacred in a place only a select few devotee's
would know of.A perfect closing track to a brilliant album.

Dark, Twisted and in no way dissapointing.A perfect
power electronics record.Get this before they are gone
as this is a limited release:
10/10
-ABATTOIR-

WWW.EXIZTEST.ORG

Sunday, June 9, 2013

REVIEW-BEREFT-FIRST DEGREE OF SEPARATION/REMOVED FROM SECURITY

BEREFT-FIRST DEGREE OF SEPARATION/REMOVED FROM SECURITY
DOUBLE CASSETTE COMPILATION-C45+C70
Danver State Recordings-DSR41
Harsh Noize/Power Electronics
Bereft Is: Peter Lee and Andrew Grant
Artwork: Andy Grant


Reissue of the first two Bereft releases. Two cassettes in a clamshell box with insert. Limited to 100 copies.
"First Degree of Separation" originally released in 2004 by Truculent Recordings. 
"Removed From Security" originally released in 2006 by Antihumanism Records. 
"The Lies Of The Father..." originally appeared on the "Epidemic" compilation, released in 2004 by Truculent Recordings.

CASSETTE I.) FIRST DEGREE OF SEPERATION:
SIDE A:

I.) SEARCHING FOR RELEVANCY:
Traumatic static comes in thundering waves.Cracking the speakers with each blast.
Glitched out pulses of noize backed by a low hum.If we are to be searching for relevancy
I doubt it will be found here.High end screeches of feedback and distortion drenched
vocals rear their ugly heads.The tempo is slow and agonizing.Wails of feedback scream
and fade into white noize.Room shaking quakes of distortion shatter the windows and
crack the floorboards.Strangled screams can be found here and there within the debris
and rubble.It sounds like the earth is slowly being torn in half.Ripping electronic noize
over a canvas of humming static.The vocals sound like someone choking on the dust 
in the air.Obscured by the wreckage.There is a post-apocalyptic sense of destruction.
A lone whipping  jolt of sound hits from out of nowhere.The sound of radio frequencies
with no fair signal as if trying to make sense of this mess to no avail can be heard.Only
static and solitude as the city crumbles.Minimal but very effective.Hissing static signals 
the end of track one.On to track two.Titles are irrelevant.

II.) UNTITLED:
Just when you thought it was safe.Fuck you.A barrage of harsh noize rattles and shakes.
Within it there is a pulsing loop of sub-bass vibration that sounds like a tornado ripping
through my bedroom.Distortion cracks and snaps like roaring fires or splintering decaying
wood.The very foundations are at risk.No shelter.An insane burst of high pitched static comes
with the tearing asunder of all in it's path.Strangled vocals cry out desperate and miserable.
Louder and filled with hate as the track progresses.The tornado has become a well oiled
machine hell bent on destruction and twisting endlessly.It feels like the sheer sonic onslaught
is going to swallow you whole or slowly break your limbs apart.Which I cannot tell.By now
the vortex is in full swing fucking up everything there is to fuck up.A droning attack on the
senses.

SIDE B:

III.) HERESY:
And we are all still fucked.Howling winds among static walls.Near silence.Is it over?
Nope.A second stab in the eardrums and then it fades for a moment as vocals like
shattered fragments of hate sound out.This track is a bit of a mindfuck as right before
you think it is going to blast into a sonic assult it fades into near silence.Like listening
to a lost tape of a cataclysmic event then soaring into chaos once more.Noize like stray
shards of shrapnel and brutal vocals both fire off in the same manner.Somewhere deep
in the distance there is a low almost haunting ambience among all of this.All decays
until nothing remains.

IV.) BLED OUT:
Slow pulses of low end noize and sharp strands of electronic noize.Bleeding out like
tendrils reaching as far as they can.A low bass plays a single note in a repeating drone.
Static molesting the empty space here and there.Ringing feedback sounds like an alarm
morphing into harsh noize and back again.Each strike harsher than the previous.The vocals
are much louder here.They come in a combination of hardcore punk style screams and painful
wails.Spoken words of discuragement and the droning bass returns as we bleed out.

V.) DESTRUCTIVE IMPULSE:
Clashes of static frequencies and rumbles of noize like a panzer tank setting fourth outside
your window.The tornado is back along with frantic screams filled with anger.The entire
album seems to carry a theme of destruction and impulsiveness so naturally the finishing
blow is brought by a beast armed with both.Swirls of dizzying sound in a harsh static shell
come ripping down the streets once more.No mercy.The voice of anger rants on as the album
continues to tear us a new one.Urgent and relentless.Static cracks like whips on flesh.Feedback
rings out followed by a buzzing hum filled with impulsive pulses of harsh noize.It is like
the track has A.D.D. and a bounty on our heads.Tortured in your face screams side by side
low smothering fuzzed out sub-bass tones.The vocals spewing out black vomit and vile filth.
Creeping along like a slow coming death.Whirlwinds of chaos fill the air once more as the
filth pours out until all is abruptly cut off.Game over.

CASSETTE II.) REMOVED FROM SECURITY:
SIDE A:

I.) THE LIES OF THE FATHER BEGAT THE CRIMES OF THE SON:
A crawling pulse resounds.It sounds like the earth is moaning below the floor boards.
Slow and malignant.Changing as it bellows fourth like steam from rifts tearing through
the room.There is a strange rythm to the rumbling ground below.A wall of thick noize
hisses fourth joined by a mechanical rumble.Traces of feedback can be heard in the
deep distance as the crunching noize begins to rise and take hold.Distorted vocals
almost lost in the distance scream out in anguish.A mass of dense noize rips it's
way to the front til it's overtaken by screams more burried than the last.High end
pulses soar overhead.Scraping harshness followed by low sub bass rumbling.
Minimal and desolate.Like wandering through a desert with a throat full of sand
in a thick humid haze of noize.

II.) MOVING PATTERNS:
The song begins like the beating of wings.A death's head moth looms above.
An omen of tragedy to come.Shifting noize comes in intervals.Wings beat 
more frantically to escape the churning mechanical beast that approaches.
It shambles along with rusted gears and missing cogs.Falling apart but still
set on destruction.A scream of sharp feedback pierces the air.The machine
begins to ready it'self and as it overworks in preparation screams like those
of someone suffering fill the air as well.Filled with terror and urgency along
side with screeching feedback.It's hard to tell if the beast is broken or just
getting ready for an onslaught.Fragile wings are once again present amidst
a roaring inferno of noize.The mechanical beast breaths fire and speaks with
a tongue as sharp as a knife through bursts of wretched screams.It has set
all ablaze and spoke it's piece.

III.) KNEEL:
Strange pulsing ambience as thick as midnight fog.Harsh screeching bursts
of high end noize.Bow down before the coming horrror.Screams obscured
in distortion spill fourth like projecting vomit.Feedback in frantic waves makes
it'self known as black vomit hits the floor once more spewing out like curses
spoke with a tongue of bile.Pissed and in your face.Another round of feedback
signals the return of that vile vomit.The harsh blasts of noize sound like the
writhing agony of something dying in a horrid manner.A voice of accusation
points blame at an unknown source.Noize recoils at the sound.Again angry
vocals spew hate at the world around them.The voice of one who refuses
to kneel as he turns the tables.Electric static takes over and expands.The 
dying body before it shrieking in the form of harsh noize.Revenge in the
process of being served at the hands of one who has finally snapped.

SIDE B:

IV.) SLOWLY TRAVELLING THROUGH THE NIGHTTIME SKY:
Welcome to the end.An inferno of roaring noize backed by a crushing death 
industrial rythm.Swirling sounds choke the sky like smoke.Hissing flames
lick the heavens.High end noize screams like burning victims.Pounding and
merciless.Soaring towers of harsh noize erect and collapse upon themselves.
The rythm changes into a sound like nails scraping on glass.All is agony.
Clouds of debris rumble across the backdrop.Again the pulse changes
into that of some sort of machine working hard throughout the chaos.
Then all is roaring fire and blasts of wind.Something seems to be screaming
in an inhuman voice.A daemon cloaked in static.It appears that hell is
located somewhere in the nighttime sky.Shrieks of daemonic entities
ride the wind.Mechanical pounding and flesh eating blades turn bringing
death from above.Clangs of metallic noize like the war drums of the
awful spawns.They seem to be enjoying the pain and destruction they
are bringing.Winds storm like churning ocean tides.There is a feeling
of hopelessness and abandonment throughout the track thus far.
Softer metallic beats and distant saw blades grind bones into dust.
Muffled vocals like an emergency call.Filled with panic and impossible
to understand.The sky is a mass of screaming beasts.The ground below
a fire choked field of turning blades.The crushing death industrial stomp
returns smashing anything in it's path.Whirling electronics and harsh
assults of noize.The "drums" pound on into oblivion.That sound like
nails on a chalkboard is present once more.Daemonic voices and a
neverending massacre.Long story short.This is mass destruction in stereo.

An amazing collection of BEREFT's early work and a must have for all
fans of power electronics/harsh noize/and death industrial:
10/10
-ABATTOIR-

DANVERSTATERECORDINGS.BLOGSPOT.COM

Saturday, June 8, 2013

REVIEW-COMPACTOR-DESENSITIZATION REPROCESSING-CASSETTE-C32

COMPACTOR-DESENSITIZATION REPROCESSING-CASSETTE-C32
Out of Body Records-OOB008
Industrial/Electronic Noize/Break-Beat/Glitch/Experimental
Comes in Plastic Case w/ J-card Insert.Hand-Numbered
Limited to 100 Copies.
Compactor is: Derek Rush


SIDE ATTACK:
I.)LACERATIONS II.)BATTERED III.)MULTIPLE FRACTURES:
Like electric gunfire.Brutal beats pick up your heart beat.Razor blades making 
slithers through the air.Endorphins rushing and pupils dilating.Feeling a rush of 
lacerations upon the skin.Following up closely is Battered.This makes your body
build up forces and defence walls to embrace the impact of Adrenaline.
Time slows and rises creating the ultimate build up.Then silence.Followed by 
even more brutality. Anxiety rising like that moment when you realize its not 
just pain. It's your body being broken.Electric saw like sounds only signal a 
further attack.Followed by heavy and immensly loud drums until the 
realization hits that well...Your fucked.

SIDE RECOIL:
IV.)VICTIM V.)SUPPRESSION VI.)BLEEDING OUT:
Awakening after the attack and feeling weary and worn down.
Memories of earlier afflictions scream and throb in you mind making 
you dizzy and unsure of just where you are.The recoiling effect has made 
you the victim.Leaving you feeling violated.Your trust in your self is diminishing.
 mind being taken over  by the broken beats and glitching  sounds.your thoughts 
with noize of the industrial soundscapes wanting to explode.But in suffering silence 
you react on impulse by bleeding out to the sounds of it to the point of death.Your sight 
gives way to black.Ears are ringing and oxygen level is dulling making your breathing short 
and quick irregular heart beats.Now begining to hullucinate.feeling the chilling winds crawl 
up your spine.Blood stops flowing and just when your in the midst of the slow pulsing doom
 all is over leaving you empty and cold .

The name of the songs say it all.It's up to you to feel the wrath of this beast.
 10/10
-NECRODOLL-

COMPACTOR.BANDCAMP.COM
OUTOFBODYRECORDS.BLOGSPOT.COM

REVIEW-DRAG AGE-MASK OF A CRUSHED INSECT-CASSETTE-C12

DRAG AGE-MASK OF A CRUSHED INSECT-CASSETTE-C12
Out of Body Records-OOBR006
Power Electronics/Harsh Noise/Experimental
Comes in Plastic Case w/ J-card Insert Limeted to 100
Hand-Numbered Copies


SIDE A.)
I.) LORDS OF BRONZE:
Vibrating harsh noize that sounds like stones grinding.
 Being put in their place.Distorted screams and moans arise.
Signaling chaos.This reminds me of slaves working against their 
will to summom the lords of bronze.Bringing electronic rage.The deed 
is done but this is only a holt until the next begining.

SIDE B.)
II.) REVEAL THE GUISE:
Low drone synths with words of torment.Ever forcing to reveal the guise.
Exactly what they are saying you'll have to hear for your self.The screams 
and crys desperatly shirek out malevolence.So naturally I enjoy it.The distorted 
voice comands you and you can feel the danger.It only gets worse from here.
Brutal interogation to reveal the secret.Sounds of electric watts charging then 
all disperses to your dimise.

According to my boyfriend's uncle who is an oldschool thrasher this is "Total Shit"
8/10
-NECRODOLL-

OUTOFBODYRECORDS.BLOGSPOT.COM

REVIEW-DEIGN-PECUNIARY HUCKSTER-CASSETTE-C20

DEIGN-PECUNIARY HUCKSTER-CASSETTE-C20
Out of Body Records-OOBR005
Sound Collage/Harsh Noise/Experimental
Comes in Plastic Case w/ J-card Insert Limeted to 100
Hand-Numbered Copies


SIDE A.)
I-II.) SNIPERS GAINING MEDIA ATTENTION BY PICKING OFF 
PROTESTERS AT OWS/THE WEALTH REMAINS:
Ringing of chimes and glass sounds.It's like knives are cutting through the air.
Like slithering tongues while a distorted noise plays on.Then the sounds of people 
whistling and cheering.This soon halts to the sounds of madness.But not just anykind.
It's one with a well played ring leader.For the victims it's madness indeed but for the snipers 
it's not just gaining media attention.More like they very well enjoy themselves as the chaos that 
they're causing makes the world pay attention.Sounds of the sea arise and you can hear the guns
 shifting as they are being reloaded.Growls breathe steadily against a backdrop of ocean warped waves.

SIDE B.)
III.) CONSUME TO CUM:
Death drums alarm.tThe transitions and sounds of this madness is like no other.
 Makes you feel it loud and clear like spontanious combustion where all that remain
are limbs after body acid eats away like fire.This makes my skin feel electric.The sounds 
definently consume the room.But all is better said by the song title than my words.Consuming 
to cum.Dont we all .Sounds like a person at war with themselves as the body thralls.The que to cum.

Not for the weak  6/10
-NECRODOLL-

OUTOFBODYRECORDS.BLOGSPOT.COM

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

REVIEW-NITE SHADEZ-BLACK HOLES FOR THE FACE AND A GRAVEYARD-CASSETTE-C47

NITE SHADEZ-BLACK HOLES FOR THE FACE AND A GRAVEYARD-CASSETTE-C47
Out of Body Records-OOB007
Sound Collage/Industrial/Noise/Experimental
Comes in plastic case w/ J-card insert/Transparent wrap around sleeve w/ art print
and insert card w/ band photo/Limited to 100 Hand numbered copies.
Nite Shadez is: Rob Buttrum & Andrew Michael


SIDE A.)
I.)  BLACK HOLES FOR THE FACE:
 Begins like your entering a nightmare walking through a long and unsettling hallway passing doors of other worst fears in the subconcious mind.
Drumming continues as if done with metal tools ,heart throbbing loud in the ears.Screams like howling wind sounds like a generator manifesting 
the ghosts horrors so that they may arise feeling lost in a black hole.Now remembering your past and darkness using your own guilt and sorrow 
against you.
A man can only take so much til driven to the point of insanity.Drums fade.Static noise of a bed of wires passing through the inner vortex.sounds of 
heavy 
machinery as if growing ever larger by your pain and fears.Such a black howl youve entered no chance of returning.Grounds are rumbling.The 
room is spinning.
Throat is closing wanting it to end.Fall to the wall  as stumbling steps add to the sounds echoing around.Industrial bells ring and bangs of metal like 
done from a 
black smith of hell.Your weakness your insanity is their desire.Entitys playing their tricks as shadows crawl all around.Just when you thought you'd 
catch your breath. 
Hear the symbols ring from the drums beating in your ears.Bleeding nightmares continue as if screams will save you? voices not your own 
speaking backwards 
and forwards.You scream and you scream.No one can help you you have entered the black holes in your face.Eyes the windows to your wretched 
soul!

SIDE B.) 
II.) AND A GRAVEYARD:
Spiraling sounds arising behind your ears.A slow drum beats steady heart meets the night shadez of the graveyard.Hopless souls cry out.Sounds of 
an old steam engine train begins and fades out.Steam creates fog engulfing your sight losing your way.Organ keys rise and drums sound the alarm.
All the dark horrors are aware you can not run enough to escape them.They scream.Dead with nothing to lose but everything to gain.You are the 
light 
in their cursed shadowy grave and they will have you.The dead and the living don't do well together.One always loses or becomes the 
other.Growing weary 
running feet pound on stones adding rythm to the drums.Steady now.Little voices and bat wings.Not sure anymore just whose cries I hear.Unsure 
of your 
direction you stand still.Lungs heave.Energy draining...Pouring out pores of sweat.Ghost drawing near...What do you do?What can you do?Light 
playing of 
drums and symbols awaken the biggest one of all.The graveyard enslaving  you.Roots of rotting trees bind your hands.Suddenly you wake up...It's 
a dream you say.
...All is gone.You stand alone facing the hell hounds who gaurd the place.You run! Run!Grave diggers find your body and begin to dig.Concious 
mind plays out 
your last sad song.It seems the Ghosts of the graveyard have won.

I give this brutal haunting a  7/10
-NECRODOLL-

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