Horror may refer to:
Plot
When the Boogey Man causes Grim to lose his powers, rank, and title in the Underworld Court for misusing his powers, he plots to seek out Horror's Hand and take over the world. It's up to Billy, Mandy, Irwin, and Grim to get to Horror's Hand before the Boogey Man does.
Fred Fredburger: [singing] Frere Jacques. Frere Jacques. I gotta poo. I gotta poo. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. Ding-dong, Fred Fredburger! Yes!
Grim: [after Grim gets his old job back] Well, all's well that ends well. Not that anything ever ends well, but I'm willing to call this one a victory.
Billy: I'm a forearm from the waist down! [screams]
Fred Fredburger: those nachos hurt my tummy. but if i hadn't eaten them, i'd never know i could finish them all!::Billy: I think he's on to something. This whole trip has been like eating nachos.
Grim: Love makes people do all sorts of stupid things.::Billy: I love everything!::Grim: That explains a lot.
Grim: You can't outrun death!::General Skarr: That's why I have TURBO!
General Skarr: Time for the big guns. Or should I said... missiles!
Billy: Is Grim gonna be OK?::Mandy: He'll be fine. He's going through the seven stages of grief. Shock.::Grim: How could this happen?::Mandy: Denial.::Grim: It's a mistake. No way this can happen.::Mandy: Bargaining.::Grim: It's OK, it's OK, maybe I can fix it.::Mandy: Fear.::Grim: There's no way I can fix it!::Mandy: Anger.::Grim: I'm gonna pull Boogie's nose off and put it in a jar!::Mandy: Despair.::Grim: And when I'm done with Boogie, I'm coming for you little pukes!::Mandy: He's stuck on anger.
Grim: Hey, we got to this far. Not bad for a weenie, a dope and a useless bag of bones with no powers. You figure out the rest.::Billy: Am I the weenie or the bag of bones?
Fred Fredburger: Uh... we, the jury, find the defendant... uh... innocent!::Pale Ghoulish Juror: You idiot! That says guilty!::Fred Fredburger: Guilty! Yes.
Plot
This is the story of a young boy named Richard Tyler, who spouts statistics about the possibility of accidents. While riding his bike home, Richard finds shelter from a storm inside a nearby library. Richard slips and is knocked unconscious while exploring a rotunda in the library. Upon awakening, he is led on a journey through conflicts and events that resemble fictional stories, keeping him from finding the exit from the library.
Keywords: acrophobia, act-of-bravery, affection, book, box-office-flop, boy, coming-of-age, crow, cult-film, dragon
All the adventure your imagination can hold.
[repeated line]::Richard Tyler: This is not good, definitely not good.
Mr. Dewey: Welcome to the library, young man. Don't tell me. You're here for a special book.::Richard Tyler: Mister...::Mr. Dewey: Stop stop stop. Allow me to guess. I have a talent for guessing what people need. You're in need of a fantasy! Brave knights, mythical fairies, ferocious dragons!::Richard Tyler: Look, all I want is...::Mr. Dewey: Adventure! Of course! You're a boy who loves adventure, brimming with wicked demons, cutthroat pirates.::Richard Tyler: No, no, that's not it.::Mr. Dewey: Horror! Oh, horror! Evil demons, wicked monsters, haunted houses, graveyards. Yes, it's horror for you, boy. I'm sure of it. Your library card, please.::Richard Tyler: I don't have one.::Mr. Dewey: [pulls out a brand new one] You do now. Sign here.::[Richard signs it]::Mr. Dewey: Richard Tyler, consider this your passport to the wonderful and quite unpredictable world of books.::Richard Tyler: But I don't want any books.::Mr. Dewey: Hmm?::Richard Tyler: That's what I've been trying to tell you. I only came in here 'cause of the storm.::Mr. Dewey: You mean you don't need...?::[Richard shakes his head]::Mr. Dewey: [disappointed] Oh, I see.
Fantasy: What is this?::Richard Tyler: It's a library card.::Fantasy: I'm a book, honey, I can read.
Dr. Jekyll: My boy, I derive no pleasure in telling you that you are in extreme danger.::Richard Tyler: Danger?::Dr. Jekyll: Even as we speak.
[upon meeting Captain Ahab]::Fantasy: He's possessed!::Horror: He's insane!::Adventure: He's my kinda guy!
Tom Morgan: Give the word, Captain Silver, and I'll show you the color of his insides.::Richard Tyler: Red, red, they're red!::Long John Silver: Stow your cutlass, Tom, I want a better look at his outsides first.
[last lines]::Adventure: Hmm, you know what would make this a happy ending? A kiss.::Horror: Doh, okay.::[the screen goes blank, a smack is heard]::Adventure: I meant from her! [all three are heard laughing]
Adventure: I wrote the book on sailing. In fact, I *am* the book on sailing.
Fantasy: You know this short story?::Richard Tyler: He's Adventure.::Fantasy: Honey, that's what they all say.
Horror: We are lusty, adventurous men.
Plot
Unemployed East End lad Alf Hitchens has an on-off relationship with his girlfriend Marilyn and a dream of hitting the big time in the music business. Cheerful pop musical with a working-class background which uses a number of genuine London locations.
Keywords: independent-film
We are returning in a
Morgoth land
Far from this fuckin' world
Now I believer that
Anything exists
And it's for tomorrow
They will come back
Horror! What do you see!
Horror! We're the things of terror
Another fuckin' son of war
Is coming into the wiping out part
He's surviving in the mankind
But horror is found
Every night!.....
....Living in the ghetto
With zombies and blood
The horror is real death from above
Here comes the last fighting men
One by one they're passing in the gas
Sin after sin to industrialize
Keep it piteous and left them for dead
Horror! What do you see!
Horror! We're the things of terror!
Accross the fiery field
To take the flight
People we're scared out their wits
Monsters and horrific things
Were on my side
You can't go back don't
Loose your courage
Living in the ghetto
With zombies and blood
The horror is real death from above
Escaped from the living deads
Gonna be a dreadful thing
Coz the killers are into you
Like me from deep inside
Savas
Rap ist kein Vergnügen sondern Hass / Bitches sehen mich am Mic und ihre
Schlüpfer werden nass
Mein Pint als Kompanie im Auftrag: Ich zerficke dich und deine Crew
Nutten hängen mir am Arsch denn ich bin Kool Savas / Nummer 1 MC in Sachen
Flows /
Ich schenke Pint an Whack-MC's und ihre Hoes
''yeah, savas bitte gib mir Autogramm bled ''
Ich bin kein Star sondern die ganze Galaxie / Was G'sy / Nigga mich zu battlen
ist nicht easy
Maskulin ist Medizin für Aids MC's, Du hast nicht einen tighten Rhyme auf deiner
Pseudo Rap LP
Ich bin dein Stiefvater ab jetzt tust du was ich sage, los und gehe über flows
wenn du nicht willst dass ich dich schlage
Auf Fragen reagiere ich überhaupt nicht oder boxe / Ich investiere meine Zeit in
*Nutten*/
Und das erfolgreich, Maskulin vergoasen Sack-MC's / Was Bitch ? du hast die Tage?
Los blasen!
S ist fresh / Ich hab keine Zeit zu Faxen / seh ich ficke deine Freundin bis die
Eierstöcke platzen/
Mädelz Achtung es gibt Penis in den Hals/ Ich schnall den Puller um den Bauch
und reise fickend in die Pfalz
Taktloss
Eisenschwanz Taktloss / pimpt die Hoes / Mein Penis hat Rostschutz bei den
vielen feuchten Fotzen
Ist das vernünftig / Künftig hol ich mir frische Nutten aus dem Thai-Konsulat /
Lukrativ sind sie unter 16 /
Die Asiaten Nutte hat drei Schlitze / ich spritze in jeden. Mein Puller kann reden /
Bevor
ich komme sagt er yooo /
Schlampen lieben mich / um meinen Schwanz zu kriegen müsst ihr breitbeinig
liegen/
sieben Nutten Laufen vor mir/ als Träger / von meinem Schwanz /Nigga was kannst du
was ich nicht kann?
ständig, ständig verlieren weil du whack bist / Nur weil ich
überdurchschnittlich gebildet bin / denken Nutten ich schlag nicht zu/
und gerade deswegen bin ich der Mack / Maskulin lässt keine MC's am leben /
Nutten wünschen sich mich als Grund für ihre Wehen
Bitch/ sag tschüss zu deinen Zähnen / Ich fick nur jede dritte die mich will /
denn jede zweite hatt ich schon
schon damals war klar / Ich bin unschlagbar !!!
Maskulin verkörpert Horror für MC's
Wie es auch kommt , Was auch geschieht , Wir sind dope ( 6 x )
Relentless, the evil battle queen
Ghastly Eris all splattered with gore, so hideously
Sorrow, a desire for blood
Still lurking in the battlefield, wading in the suffering
HORROR!!!
THE HORROR!!!
Destruction, the giver of pain
Clay red, from the blood of the dead
Repulsion, the havoc of death
She stands on a corpse pile of a thousand men
HORROR!!!
THE HORROR!!!
Blasts of fire
Deadly sword
Tortured cry
Strife of war!
Infernal!
Drowned down like a heavy statue, with the softness of a wrecking ball
Weighed down, magnetic, stuck to the surface of a broken hull
Waiting 'til war, waiting to war, with every breath we're creeping closer to war
Drink down, the rejection, and fight the fear of natural selection
From Gheppetto men with the wooden hearts bent on a world of domination
Let's start a reaction
Let's start a reaction
Let's start a reaction
Let's start waiting, waiting
Waiting 'til war, waiting to war, with every breath we're creeping closer to this war
Waiting for the enemy, the broken glass that tears inside of me
Waiting for this enemy, the searing ember white as ivory
And I'm burning
Burning
Burning
Burning in this horror
Take this pain away from me, the broken glass that tears inside of me
Take this pain away from me, the sky raining down on me
Apocalyptic dream
Burning
Burning too slow
Burning
Burning
Burning too slow, and now the war begins with us
Go, go, go, start burning
Burning, and take control
Go, go, go, start burning
It's written in the pages. You have been warned for years.
Armageddon's coming, the sum of all your fears. You chose whom you would serve.
You chose your side, now you get what you deserve.
You chose your side, now pay the price.
The battle lines have been drawn, knee deep in blood we'll sing our victory song.
War like this world has never seen; the time for mercy has passed.
Evil shall triumph no more. This world wins no more. It's written in the pages.
Handed black flowers
Lined with dead moss
They release the pungent stench of disease
Scorched by the sun
Decayed to ashes
Animated sleeves of despair
But with each chapter
We learn much more
But it brings us closer to the end
Edge burned photos
They show the past
Seven deadly sins hold their purpose
Just lives to breed
Summary of a virus
Running rampant through the races
Encased in glass
Each breath you take
It brings us closer to the end
Flirting with the hands
That holds disaster
The scales now have turned
Underneath the facade
That makes you gorgeous
You host the death of thousands
Die extreme lines of
Execution through skinless torture
Prosthetic love
Enlist love human
Dressed up with roses
Obey the stars
Seven deadly sins
Lust lives to breed
Summary of a virus
Lust lives to breed
Porcelain seat reading
that keeps me up to my eyes in covers at night
But the one that scared the shit out of me
Followed frankenstein
And the walking dead
Drake douglas depicts
The african
Slave trade
And blunts dracula's teeth
(Drake douglas depicts)
Wolfman loses his wolf
The dead alive
Walk back to their graves
and crawl inside
The texas chansaw massacre
and all of these
just baby brother of
Hor-ror
Hor-ror
Hor-ror
Hor-ror
Horror Insinerate the Places
Where Should Be Placed Our Hearts
Horror Makes The Alcohol
Frozen In Our Veins
Horror Turns All Around
Into The One Big Grinder
Where Aggressor Rules The Subconcious
From The Deep Blackness Of The World
I Feel No Air, No Taste Of Blood
Only The Contempt, Wich Making
Destruction Of The World
By Destroyers Of Eternity
Horror Insinerate The Places
Where Eternity Was Desecrated
And Turned Into Nothing
And We Tangorodrim
Those Who Unleashed
Bringing The Death
Desecrating The Existence
In the night of the black moon
Satanic monsters come to you
This is your point of no return
This is a nightmare for you and all
Horror!
The cemetary wants to live
Your stupid soul can´t believe
In what you see in this place
My pleasure is: fear and pain!