hear thee, lost and wandering souls;
the reaper has called upon us to open our catacombs once more to host his annual
celebration of all things necromantic and evil.

come follow us to purgatory, rattle your bones and shake your rotten flesh to sounds from the grave by Bruno Otranto & Juliet

drink the blood of the doomed
or feast on homemade potions that might just send you straight back to the grave,
served to you by the witches that we lock in our schnapsbar-dungeon.

play twisted horrid games and meet other creatures of the supernatural before we send you all to hell in the morning hours!