Sadly, we cannot choose how but, what we can decide is how we meet that end, in order that we are remembered, as men. Drowning of the Elephant God. Dirt and oil created form. Infused with life; he was born to guard the gate. Dutiful son, a God made from clay. Did stand guard as his mother bathed. A warrior returns, a war did wage. Dead he lay, the song of Shiva. In a pool of blood he lay, the son of Shiva. In a pool of blood he lay, beheaded Ganapati Bappa.

Interview with PUDDLE OF MUDD. The boys from Kansas City recently played in Hard Rock Café, Bangalore at Roktober Fest. We caught up with Wes Scantlin and he decided to Come Cl. Having formed less than three months ago MORGUE is congregating fans rapidly on their Facebook page. Conversing with a very relaxed and rather calm Pr.

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Cradle of Filth Bring the Hammer Down. The Manticore and Other Horrors. It starts with the riffs, where Cradle has undergone a musical blood transfusion, as Shaw and Ashok make only the slightest of nods to the sounds, patterns, and motifs of the past.