Dark clouds form over the centennial celebration Destroyed 500 years ago return for revenge and unholy desecration hordes of Templars hunting to kill
Resuscitation her blood is for The undead hunger grows Never Cross the Dead!
Festival of hope leads to certain death These decaying shamblers hear your breath One false move and you're cut to shreds Gorging on blood and freshly chopped heads
Resuscitation her blood is for The undead hunger grows Never Cross the Dead!
Trapped inside with fear all around They attack and kill by your own sound Wait until dawn for them to crumble away From bones to dust by the sunlight's ray
Barricaded inside the nearby church Hordes of Templars hunting to kill Majestic fog-shrouded riders of death Swords decapitate, your blood to spill
Resuscitation her blood is for The undead hunger grows Never Cross the Dead!
Resuscitation her blood is for The undead hunger grows Never Cross the Dead!