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A once-fresh love will wither and suffocate when the flames of lust burn too brightly. Every rose has its thorn…from ember to ashes.
Greet Tin Metal Cards is made of Aluminium, 15cm x 10cm.
This Grim Reaper skeleton comes from out of the shadows with his tribal engraved middle bone finger raised in defiance. The back print shows the reaper cracking his bony knuckles.
This chained, enslaved angel sits with her head hung in sorrow in the middle of a pentagram, surrounded by skulls of the dead.
A beautifully beating bouquet of bloody roses, hand-picked from the flower bed of a cursed garden. The hearts of dead souls live on in the twisting tendrils and delicate petals of the morte rose, its sap the blood that once coursed through the veins of countless men and women.
The necromancer chants his occult incantations and the winged beast awakens from her age-long slumber, smashing from the magma that has encased her. Eyes glow wildly, wings unfurl and sharp teeth gnash at the night sky as a reborn terror escapes back into the world.
As she leans in for the chilling embrace of Death, one stolen moment of passion is granted before her final journey begins.
Don’t hate the player, ‘cos this player’s got game! Level the hell up and plug yourself directly into the system. Grab your virtual mortality headset and standby to console the Grim Reaper after you majorly kick his a$$ into the middle of next week. Player One....Ready!
Even the Grim Reaper himself is not averse to displaying his softer side from time to time. One for those with a dark sense of humour, good to know that Death loves ya! LOL!
A menacing shape emerges in the nocturnal landscape – a snarling, howling wolf within the trees, with blood-red eyes and gleaming teeth. The spirit of the hunt is alive and hungry.
Raise a glass to the pint-sized Hellraisers of this world. Turn up the stereo and kick out the jams with this celebratory design of all things metallic with a high alcohol level. If any tee goes up to eleven it’s this one.
Wings of charred sulphur envelope the suffocating heat burning from within this dragon’s belly. Molten lava seeps from every crack along her body, dripping to the ground where furious flames whip and lick at her feet.
Thank your lucky stars that he only surfaces once a year. Pray that you’re not on his Christmas list, because this zombie Santa Claus is here to take you on a terrifying ‘slay-ride’. This Anti-Santa shirt Rocks!