Born In The Casket!

 And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

The Tomb!

  Welcome to the Tomb...Where you are born in a casket, Where the darkness lingers deep, and the death metal booms loud and heavy. Geeks and freaks, Dead and dying, We have all kinds here. So please, Do be dying to visit.

1. Emilie Autumn
2. Music
3. pain