- After Death Premises
Bewitching spheres I sense when the temperatures fall.
Whilst dusk quickly devoures all light inside the Townshend's hall.
Ghostly phenomena I have seen... roaming it's huge corridors as if I dream abysmal dreams.
1835; the year that colonel Loftus saw dark things at night.
Walking towards his room... a spectral form appeared then vaporized in gloom.
Tenebrous winds... waving curtains.
Unreal noises, footsteps and strange voices.
Neither Christ nor sunlight marked this place with holy grace during these Christmas days.
I fell... dark things staring at me.
This classic realm is just another version of hell.
Her dead skin glowed with a pale luminescence.
A forgotten entity that dwells in a brown satin dress.
Chained in a void of tragedy.
Bound to seek her children in everlasting eternity.
Colonel Loftus met her twice.
The second time... she stared at him and had no eyes.
Her feature looked horrific and cruel, watching the colonel like a terrifying pagan ghoul.
Letras
- A Strange Presence Near The Woods
Uma Presença Estranha Perto da Mata
After Death Premises
Al Betekent Het Mijn Dood
Al Betekent Het Mijn Dood
An Ominous Recording (tradução)
And The Consequence Macabre
E a Conceqüencia Macabra
Bitte Tötet Mich
Bloodstains on the Captain's Log
Manchas de Sangue No Log do Capitão
Corpse In a Nebulous Creek
Corpo Em Um Riacho Nebuloso
Departure Towards a Nautical Curse
Electronic Voice Phenomena
Fenômeno da Voz Eletrônica
Ethereal Veiled Existence
General Nightmare
Haunting Echoes From The Seventeenth Century
Heretic Poltergeist Phenomena
Hexed Melting Flesh
La Malediction De La Dame Blanche
Lingering In An Imprint Haunting
Little Hector What Have You Done?
Pequeno Heitor, o Que Você Fez?
Phobic Shadows And Moonlit Meadows
Sombras Fóbicas e Prado Enluarado
Sir John
Spectral Infantry Battalions
Batalhões de Infantaria Espectral
The Carriage Wheel Murder
The Course of a Spectral Ship
The Funerary Dirge Of a Violinist
A Melodia Fúnebre de Um Violinista
The Ghost Of Raynham
The Shining Was a Portent Of Gloom
The Sighting Is A Portent Of Doom
There Was No Light
These Fields are Lurking (Seven Pairs of Demon Eyes)
Estes Campos Estão À Espreita (Sete Pares de Olhos do Demônio)
Van der Decken's Triumph
Yonder Realm Photography