this twisted wretched place showed 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 raods 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 home twisting the faith of the meek into hate driven insane by the 
dark one to bring forth the foul bidding he speaks the undead are among us at dawn 
they srink 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 are 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