Tick tock, time is up for the mortals doomed to die. Alarms, bees and low strings count down the last moments of safety. Terrifying strings and sticks pick up pace as The Dark One arrives at your door. The door creaks open and something heavy, twisted and rotten has entered your once-safe sanctuary.

From the billowing depths comes the horns of the deep, ushering forth the Army of the Dead. Upward they march, bringing the heat and the smell of depth with them. Braaams, brass and pounding drums lead the march that culminates in an explosion of brass.

You knew as you stepped through the doors of the gothic cathedral that this was no ordinary church. Falling on the invisible lines of the earth at the place where all six cross, you have entered a gateway of evil.

A slow, pacing slam followed by the ticking of a grandfather clock signify your last moments in this realm. A big drop followed by a rise of insane strings and brooding piano color this track black and red before the drums and piano pick up the pace.

A child's toy plays a tune as the wind-up ballerina begins to dance on its own. Bells and drones, horns and synths build aniticipation before evil reveals it's true form. A giant winged creature of sagging flesh and rot spreads it's wings over the roof of the A-frame cottage.

Menacing double-bass, distant thuds, off-world piano and a building discordant strings section drop off to a now cold, frightened piano line. Are they really all gone?

Haunting strings and terrified breaths open this pacing drum track of chase down a long and dark corridor. Drums changing pace and we're off to a full-on sprint!

Menacing, and dangerous; distorted braams and signals sing of apocalyptic nights. An understated bass pulse leads to a syncopated synth; a harbinger of something far more deadly and vengeful. Massive percussion, sinister brass - get out while you can.

A slam and strong strings and sticks set the tense mood as strings build. A drop and thunder before the deepest of bass viols and cellos as we increase the pressure. Evil is just around the corner.

Slow and blood-curdlingly dark, discordant high strings fly above the brass-fueled creature below, inching its way towards civilization. Psychological terror lives.

The once-abandoned serial killer's mansion illuminates for the first time in 200 years, with the sounds of horror eminating from its walls. Hard slams, ticking, creepy strings and foreboding synths set up a rise again and again before pulsing drums and creashes.

The sound of bells, metal strikes, gothic choirs, and chest-pounding taikos open up a scene of an underground dark cathedral. What black magick is being practiced here? Throaty, discordant cellos sing along with the sound of growing dread. An anachronistic solo violin appears with bells. Wait...something's not quite right...

Warnings blare from somewhere in the building. Pulsing bass synth leads the way. Then the chasm opens. This is impossible. The sirens have mutated. Your pulse races. Violent percussion, impossible brass, hybrid strings, damaged psyche. This shoudn't be here.

A stylized heartbeat and sticks ticking and the trees move along the concrete towards the cabin. Approaching from all sides, the strings and knives and saw blades in your future crawl ever closer.

A nightmarish solo cello dances while distant metallic percussion pulses. A solo violin enters the fray, with tremolo strings causing a chaotic, restless state of mind.