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Published on Nov 26, 2018
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 --------------------------------- 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