The Sixth Chamber - Entrance to the Cold Waste

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The Sixth Chamber - Entrance to the Cold Waste 

Mythical gothic doom mysterians The Sixth Chamber present "Entrance to the Cold Waste", shot in the otherworldly wastelands of Death Valley, featuring Mahafsoun belly dance. 
 
Directed by Constantin Werner 
 
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SYNOPSIS: 
An entheogenic seeker and sorcerer (Rahne Pistor) stalks an irresistible will-o’-the-wisp sorceress (Mahafsoun) through the vast tortured waste far beyond the waking world toward the marvelous sunset city. En route of his dream quest he encounters the creeper from the great beyond and other grim perils. What unspeakable horrors lie at the prehistoric stone monastery in the dominion of the crude and mischievous demon sultan Azathoth (Stanton LaVey), that evil devil? Who is left to trust? Do the seeker's true enemies lie within? Is reaching the wondrous Kadath in all its glory worth the wholesale scourging of his soul? 

STARRING: 
Rahne Pistor 
Mahafsoun 
Stanton LaVey 
Brian Bodt 
 
ADDITIONAL FILM CREDITS: 
Produced by Mark Newton 
Executive Producer: Rahne Pistor 
Headpiece fashions by Loretta Vampz 

SONG CREDITS: 
Rahne Pistor - Vocals, Guitar 
Steve Jansson - Lead Guitar 
Bobby Parker - Bass 
Adam Thompson - Keyboards 
Jameson Cluchey - Drums 
 
Written and produced by Rahne Pistor 
Mixed and mastered by Geza X 
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LYRICS: 
“Entrance to the Cold Waste” 
In the vast, cold waste 
Through the entrance that you’ve been thrown 
Your flesh has been torn from bone 
Awaiting your turn to die at the hands of the scowling fiends  
In the realm of the vast, cold waste  
In the vast, cold waste 
Immortal and not of this earth 
Lies the creeper from the great beyond 
And the reaper has plans in store in the not so distant hour 
As you near 
The entrance 
To the cold, cold waste 
One million souls devoured 
Forever you scream but you’ll never be heard from again 
In the vast, cold waste 
Deceived by the wailing voices 
Singing promise of the glory of Kadath 
Devoured by the heathen feeders in the temple of the tyrant kings 
Oh lord what have I become? 
Who am I now? 
I’m the creeper from the great beyond 
A feeder on the force of the young 
And I cannot deny that 
In truth I’ve been warned in a distant time as a child not to near 
The entrance 
To the cold, cold waste 
One million souls devoured 
Forever you scream but you’ll never return to 
The entrance 
To the cold, cold waste 
One million souls devoured 
Forever you scream but you’ll never be heard from again 
-lyrics by Rahne Pistor 

Category
Gothic Metal
Tags
The Sixth Chamber, Gothic Metal
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