Awake, O'dead, for there is no rest for you. Let splintered bone burrow from graves. Let cold fingers grip time eaten blades. And unseeing eyes look upon the field of slaughter. For your time has come once more and the dead shall walk upon the earth. Beneath the world there are darker things, than all the hate you fed her. Beneath the world there are darker things, than all the fear and terror. Beneath her skin there are purer things, than that of a childs error. Beneath these scars lie potent dreams of all that pyschologocial terror. There's more to life than this my friend. To cause her pain and suffering to no end. It took a heart of stone to set her ablaze, to take a childs life from gods sweet embrace. To see pain distort their innocant face, pulling out hair fingernails and teeth and as her vocal chords ruined she screamed. The dead shall walk upon this earth. To seek revenge, to live again. To help us along the way, Long forgotten memories of our grandparents days, You have forgotten the face of your father, the face of your mother. The face of humanity. We're finished my dear. Amongst burnt buildings and burnt cars. Surrounded by the stench of filth and decay. So walk with me dear and we'll go west. Trudge amongst piled bodies of families lost. Walk amongst the corpses until we see the end, Until we reach the red desert sand.