This twisted wretched place shadowed   By the utmost darks of hell   In dreams of black beyond the bounds   Of a withered witch's spell      Where the doors surely are locked   When the sun threatens to wane   Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light   Beyond the warmth of day      Liars line the roads at dawn   Watchful eyes are upon you held   Sacred weapons to the sacred revealed   To be unleashed upon the council of hell      Blood flows down the streets at night   Where wolves cry out for flesh   Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby   With the forms of the walking dead      Unholy inversion of hope   Twisting the faith of the meek into hate   Driven insane by the dark one   To bring fourth the foul biddings he speaks      The undead are among us   At dawn they shrink back to their silken beds   They dance by night and drink the blood   Of a child's broken neck      His spires are growing taller   Still their shadows spreading throughout the land   Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man      Into the tower never go the horrors multiply   The gears can mince the strongest ones   Leaving heroes paralyzed   The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole   The ghouls that roam this darkened wood   Are thirsting for your throat      Unholy inversion of hope   Twisting the faith of the meek into hate   Driven insane by the dark one   To bring forth the foul biddings he speaks      The undead are among us   At dawn they shrink back to their silken beds   They dance by night and drink the blood   Of a child's broken neck      His spires are growing taller   Still their shadows spreading throughout the land   Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man