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 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 stretching throughout the land   freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man      into the tower never go the horrors multiply   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