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Comics. The iconic red and yellow Superman logo is ripping through this design,
showing Clark Kent’s suit underneath the t-shirt.
Death comes ripping, his dual blades tearing at the fabric of time as he callously collects the dead like a grim hobbyist, musing at his latest acquisition. The fragile wings of we mortal insects are so easily plucked from our decaying backs.
A nuevo-gothic classic, taking our Tribal Wrap format and reinventing it. This asymmetrical design comprising of skulls emerging from within architectural carved patterns is sure to win an army of followers.Allover Longsleeve T-Shirt Black is made of Top Quality 100% Cotton, Interlock using skin friendly, Azo-free, Reactive dyes.
Back from beyond the grave, this de-composer has an axe to grind and another to shred. The amps are set to eleven while this dead guy is shunning Heaven, because everybody knows that the dude downstairs with the pointy tail has all the best tunes.
Wings of charred sulphur envelope the suffocating heat burning from within this dragons belly. Molten lava seeps from every crack along her body, dripping to the ground where furious flames whip and lick at her feet.
No Steam Punk biker should be without this. Realistic leather, laces & buckles with a metallic winged skull and cravat. This is Heavy Metal with a twist of Victorian elegance, and every bit the gothic Spiral masterpiece.Allover Longsleeve T-Shirt Black is made of Top Quality 100% Cotton, Interlock using skin friendly, Azo-free, Reactive dyes.
The blackened, dripping tar of mortality drips continuously from the skeletal mask of Death. Blood red eyes splinter the darkness, while the ever-tightening chains suffocate and imprison. These are the end times, and we are the marked few.
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Summoning strength from the latent energies of those who remain unseen and have been long since forgotten, the weight of the world lays heavy on the tortured frame of the graveyard’s standard bearer. Alone he walks, and has done for an eternity, with only the silenced voices of his subterranean neighbours for company. Their bodies, sadly, are but carrion for the crows.
From seed to sapling and into powerful maturity; she is the ruler of all that grows from beneath the precious soil, stretching up towards the heavens. Graceful and Majestic, the sworn protector of the forest reaches out a welcoming hand…an invitation, if you wish to accept it, to nurture the beauty that she will be overseeing until the earth gasps its final breath.
A rallying call stretching far out to the four corners of the world, and a guttural cry to the four key elements of all that is gothic. We may be of different factions within this tribe, but we are united under the same all-encompassing banner of blackest night and our unique sigils burn strong and true. The Cross of the Damned comprises the sub-cultures of Cyber, Vampire, Metalhead and Classic Goth – together, we are a hell-bent rhapsody of darkness. Hear us.
A tiger must earn her stripes. The queen of the jungle dyes her intricately patterned fur with the spilled blood of her multiple conquests. Life in the wild is a ferociously competitive game, where the victor’s sole prize is the honour of surviving to fight another day.
Prayer will not bring back those souls lost to the tumultuous rigors of time. The sands fall. Bodies become echoes, as places we loved are haunted with memories. The lifeless ones are constantly recruiting, and joining their ever-increasing ranks is mandatory. It is not a matter of if you become ‘The Dead’…but of when.
The welcoming gaze of a maternal wolf emerging from the shadows at dusk. A hand-crafted talisman hangs around her neck, much the same as those made by your tribe. She is a friend, an ally – your spirit animal. To follow her back into the darkness, where forms become abstract and time is forgotten, would be a great adventure.
For all of our perceived differences, we are one. The outer shell is but an echo of where we came from; strip it away and we are all the same in death. The blood in our veins is the blood of the human race and our bones knitted together as we stand shoulder to shoulder will form a permanent structure of strength and unity.