Thistwisted, wretched place shadowed bythe utmostdarks of Hell.
In dreams ofblack beyond the bounds
of a withered witch's spell.
Wherethe doors surely are locked,
where the sun threatens to wane.
Whereshamblers dwell in dim moon
light beyond the warmth of of day. Liarsline theroadsat dawn, watchful
eyes areupon you. Held sacred
weapons to the sacred revealed, to be unleashed upon this council of Hell.
Blood flowsthe streetsatnight where wolvescry out for flesh. Where a horriblecurse taintsthe woodlands nearby with the forms of thewalking dead.
Unholyinversion ofhope twisting the faith ofthe meek into hate, driven insane by thedark one. To bring forth thefoul biddings, hespeaks. The undead are among us, at dawn theyshrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink theblood ofa child's broken neck.
His spires aregrowing taller still, their shadowsspreading throughout theland, freeing theevilsthat sleep within the weaker minds ofman.
Into the tower, never go. The horrors multiply. Gears can mince thestrongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed. The riversflow with poison, the sands swallow you whole, theghoulsthatroam thisdarkened wood arethirsting for your throat.
Unholyinversion ofhope twisting the faith ofthe meek into hate, driven insane by thedark one. To bring forth thefoul biddings, hespeaks. The undead are among us, at dawn theyshrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink theblood ofa child's broken neck.
His spires aregrowing taller still, their shadowsspreading throughout theland, freeing theevilsthat sleep within the weaker minds of man