I'll be dead before the day is done.
Hello, my sweets. This creation you behold in your sights was a long time in the making. Over two years, in fact. But now, the stars see fit to shine their dark light on our ragtag band of children. Follow me into gypsy tents of the Big Top, where ghosts of long ago hide their opium den indiscretions and secrets. Peer into the thaeter of the grotesque, in the flickering light of silent films and Weimar cabaret. Watch as Hallowe'en of old collides with the golden industrial age. Step right up, come closer, the wonderment lies ahead in this woozy, Absinthe fueled funhouse, but...you have been warned. It's a long, hard road out of Hell.
Sweet Dreams,
Sir Cosmo von Bathory
New York, 1933
