YOU MIGHT HAVE HEARD A DISCOURAGING WORD AND IT MIGHT DETOUR YOUR LIFE AS YOU PREFER YOU CAN'T EMBRACE THE EXTINCTION OF YOUR RACE AND IN ITS' PLACE VILE ROTTING CREATURES
THERE'S A STORM TAKING FORM GABRIEL, HIS BLOWING HORN IT MUST BE TOO LATE HERE IT COMES, IT'S BEGUN TO BLOCK OUT THE DYING SUN THERE IS NOT MUCH TIME
FROM THE AGES PAST, ALL FEAR THIS DAY OF RECKONING
THE STORM OF THE UNDEAD HAS COME TO PASS TURNING GREEN BLOOD RED THE STORM OF THE UNDEAD MOCKING LIFE JUST LIKE THEY SAID
BY NIGHTFALL THEY WILL RISE AGAIN THE CORPSES OF WOMEN AND MEN BY DAYBREAK ALL HOPE WILL BE LOST THANKS TO THE UNDEAD HOLOCAUST
HEAVY WEATHER WILL OPEN YOUR EYES AS NOTHING ELSE HAS EVER WILL WHEN THE UNDEAD STIR YOU RUN FOR YOUR LIFE WITH HEAVY WEATHER COMES FEAR INSTILLED
A FLOOD OF DARK HURRICANES OF PAIN A FLOOD OF DARK HURRICANES OF PAIN A FLOOD OF DARK HURRICANES OF PAIN AND DISMAY A FLOOD OF DARK HURRICANES OF PAIN
YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN WHAT YOU CANNOT BELIEVE A STORM OF EVIL, A MONSTROSITY YOU TRY TO FLEE AS YOU'RE DRAGGED DOWN TO YOUR KNEES BUT THE MONSTERS OVERPOWER YOU AND START TO EAT
AT NIGHTFALL THEY WERE IN THE GROUND THE TOWNSFOLK THEY WERE SLEEPING SOUND THEY NEVER SAW THE CLOUDS ROLL IN BUT IT MATTERS NOT THE END WAS BROUGHT