Distant, sliding pads, bending towards a quiet evil, subtle string notes with jabs of terror slicing through intermittently; an accelerating pulse beats an urgent tempo until massive synth stabs blast through the calm with murderous intent
Foggy rumbles drone under creaking FX and distorted blasts; evil whispers devise a deadly plot while murderous strings stab with cruel percussion accents; crunching, builds rhythmically with bones cracking over detuned guitar strings and huge hits
Deadly string slices and a haunting low pad layer with crunchy, tense FX; buzzing flies swell in and around while the orchestra stabs with deadly, murderous precision, building relentlessly with glitchy synth textures to an insane, brutal climax
Creepy, buzzing synths and sporadic textures layer with deep booms and raw cello scrapes; creaking metallic tones and ticking plucks create a tense rhythm, building with sucking loops, shrill highlights and ominous, organic crunches
Metallic growls and mechanical rattles stab while low, tense, sparse textures scratch and menace; a rhythmic pulse builds anticipation while slicing hits and ominous, distorted pads accelerate to a brutal, bombastic outro
Raw, organic, piercing piano strikes, shrill screams, skittering FX and dissonant piano strings weave in and out. Clicking gunshots and static, rattling metals and deep, pounding hits tick a rhythmic and accelerating march to doom.
Wicked metallic slice leads to creepy, creaking footsteps and a dissonant piano; a child's tweaked toy piano motif plays while an ominous bass drone lays under jarring hits and bloody evil synth textures. A bludgeoning, brutal and relentless death march.
Steady synth heartbeat pulse weaves through deep drones and airy textures, punctuated with shrill alarms and slicing metallic stabs. Dark tension builds with massive squealing, glitchy blasts, building to a massive, pounding climax.
Minimal booms and textures, scratchy glitches and distant clangs. The phone is dead and there's static on TV. All the machinery has failed, yet you can't escape, no matter how brutally you pound at the door.
Your god can't help you now. Spectral bodies float above the mouth of hell; glorious choir chants while vicious, slicing FX and pulsing bass synths growl. Demons gnaw at the limbs, hungry for sacrifice, with screams of agony and eternal damnation.
A twisted music box melody makes your hair stand on end while tremolo strings and a low, pulsing bass build the tension. Ticking, scratching synth textures layer until massive, shrill stabs disrupt the tension with intent to kill.