Uploaded December 2014 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago
COMBINE THIS STORY WITH THE PAINS CAUSED BY TERRIBLE SINUSITIS CRISIS AND YOU WILL REALIZE (In case you do not share the same story, or even a worst one,of course): MAYBE YOU ARE EXPERIENCING HAPPINESS RIGHT NOW. ENJOY IT! I AM ALSO HAPPY, SIMPLY BECAUSE THE STORY COULD BE WORST THAN THAT :)
COMBINE THIS STORY WITH THE PAINS CAUSED BY TERRIBLE SINUSITIS CRISIS AND YOU WILL REALIZE (In case you do not share the same story, or even a worst one,of course): MAYBE YOU ARE EXPERIENCING HAPPINESS RIGHT NOW. ENJOY IT! I AM ALSO HAPPY, SIMPLY BECAUSE THE STORY COULD BE WORST THAN THAT :)
![Dreadful Folktales from the Land of Nosferatu [promo] 2017](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/YrhdFl2xHIk/mqdefault.jpg "Dreadful Folktales from the Land of Nosferatu [promo] 2017
The folklore in general is captivating, especially when it comes to the less documented side of it, the stories told by the common people around the rural parts of the world, their mind-sets and the way we perceive them today. There are plenty of ghouls, werewolves, mutants, various anthropomorphic inventions or simply human beings possessing a rich imagination that love to haunt the people’s dreams and souls.
“Dreadful Folktales from the Land of Nosferatu” is the name of an exhibition based on black ink illustrations (7 exclusive works) created by Romanian graphic artist Costin Chioreanu. The works he made for this series freeze certain moments in various tales that he heard from the mouths of some close friends who happen to recollect some magical happenings encountered by their elders. The illustrator’s perspective reaches a surrealistic level within this series and catches the viewer with some awe-inspiring legends or some true otherworldly deeds that some individuals lived. The viewer can learn about the context of the tales illustrated by Chioreanu by reading a small book written by Gina Săndulescu. The book comes with the same title as the exhibition and includes six tales, an introduction, illustrations and the conclusion written by the graphic artist, all printed on hardbound art paper.
The artist also kept the tradition of composing and recording soundtracks for his public exhibition projects and a very short part of it can be heard in this promo.
“Dreadful Folktales from the Land of Nosferatu” exhibition and book release will take place on the 24th of June at Barbarista, in Bergen. That night will be marked by ghoulish tunes since Costin Chioreanu, Bjørnar Erevik Nilsen, and Ørniz aka Jørn Tunsberg want to make sure that the atmosphere will become wicked and thus, they will play some horror metal music. FB EVENT: ttps://www.facebook.com/events/1867306216814212")
![Bloodway - The Iron Temple - Making Of Stage Props [ Episode 2 ]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ZutPFtQWr_Q/mqdefault.jpg "Bloodway - The Iron Temple - Making Of Stage Props [ Episode 2 ]
Movie and sountrack by Costin Chioreanu
Stage Props Executive Designer - Andrei Tudorache.
THE IRON TEMPLE is One night Only Performance
September 21st, 2016, Control Club, Bucharest, Romania.
The show will feature narrations exclusively recorded by
Tomas Lindberg (At the gates) & Mat McNerney (Hexvessel, Grave Pleasures) and choirs recorded by Carmen Simoes (Earth Electric / Moonspell)
More info here: https://www.facebook.com/events/280442315661744/
Tickets still available here: https://eventbook.ro/music/bilete-concert-bloodway-the-iron-temple-show-club-control")
![Busagu Nagdi - Halucinatii feroviare [full EP 2018 + lyrics + translations]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/__dwTk4nDZA/mqdefault.jpg "Busagu Nagdi - Halucinatii feroviare [full EP 2018 + lyrics + translations]
DIGITAL: https://busagunagdi.bandcamp.com/releases
PHYSICAL: https://www.bloodandfire.ro/collections/all/busagu-nagdi
ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
1. Hell’s Bushes
The bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes!
The bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes!
The bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes!
The heck did you do?
The devil’s entanglement, a whirlwind of tomfoolery, a scrape without end, without head and tail…
No, mom, no! What did you do, mom? No, mom, no!
Puppy, puppy!
The bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes, the bushes of hell, bushes!
2. The ranch
In the beginning was the mind’s pitchiness, then came the bill and only afterwards, the light…
The light came from the books filled with what some thought they heard on the road from the others.
The ranch!
The heck did you do?
When they found the money made by them as well, they decided to fence in.
This is how they made the state, in order to blemish the ranch.
The ranch! The ranch! The ranch! The ranch!
Yo, the ranch, yo!
The state comes from the verb “to stay”
The state comes from the verb “to stay”
The state comes from the verb “to stay”
The ranch! The ranch! The ranch! The ranch!
The ranch! What’s wrong, yo?!
In the ranch, the man threw all the fictions which don’t benefit anyone
… It comes from the verb “to stay”.
The ranch!
Where Drăgaica hung out with foam around her mouth, wearing cashmere panties…
There you find blackberries and bones,
Slimy femora…
The ranch is big and hypnotizing, have you ever seen such supermarket?
Here the mind and the pitchiness compress and the urine of a diseased man spreads over napkins, visual display units and statues erected for the house painters, the ranch is full of dimensions and forsaken guys who don’t have any convenience since they met you.
The ranch is sort of a cat, it doesn’t clean itself, it doesn’t clean its hair and never enriches, it looks exactly like hell.
The ranch is the devil!
The ranch is the man made out of the devil
The ranch is the devil, the ranch is the devil’s man, the ranch is the devil!
3. The life is a tram without turnout, riding from church to prison
Life is tram riding from church to prison…
The train arrives! Fuck your mother’s gods!
I don’t have enough space to crowd my children,
I bought them money and shower gel for this,
They washed themselves so much that they got intoxicated and the devil entered them.
I shall offer them an Adam’s apple so that they don’t cry of starvation anymore
And an egg from a monkey leg.
They don’t need a detox, they have the chakras open like the Iron Gates.
I also bought them a McFish from a Lipovan[5] woman
And now there are fractals growing form the toilet bowl.
They should push the wagons instead, so we can reach a new level
But they cannot do it!
Say your prayers, bow down!
But cannot do it!
Bow to god!
They pieced themselves into the check man’s mind
Say your prayers, bow down!
Which counts the flies in the compartment
Bow to god!
Say your prayers, bow down!
Until he notices the neighbour’s newspaper
Bow to god!
And recalls the army days.
Say your prayers, bow down!
And the neighbour opens a baby[6]
And now he started hallucinating as well.
Say your prayers, bow down!
And now he started hallucinating as well.
4. Turisturu feat. Aurică
The midpoint-necessity represents the deficiency of the whole
Too-good means the good’s enemy.
Two shopping bags collided while drifting to find a better place.
Come on, brother!
A better place!
Come with me if you want to eat, my friend!
Oh dear! Check this sucker, I will trick him!
Man, man, I take you, we go city centre, eat everything, good, nice,
Understand? Give money, I give, hey, hey.
Come on, no, no, piss off!
Ask him, yo, how much money he has!
You give me money, I pay,
Women, food, what you want? Poker?
Brothaaa!
Come on. Ten millions.
Say “no” to your dead people.
You give ten millions!
(Come on, brother!)
Where did that one come from, yo?
Trust, trust me, bro!
Come, I take you, place, Bucharest, millions, millions!
(Come on, brother!)
Damn my family, answer me, yo!
(What did you do, yo?)
5. World’s downfall
From the moment when he touched with its bald forehead the single sun ray which pierced through the smoky window of the maternity room located in the abandoned industrial city, he turned grey while watching the doctors smoking and shooting craps near him. The midwives were the doormen and the stray dogs wandering the former lumber mill.
He drank a mix of sawdust and powdered milk until he reached the beautiful age of the unfortunate childhood. His only happiness was the moment when he was not beaten.
He always bore the same thought: “It’s clear that every day I grow things at the edge of the failure.”")
