Written by the dark ones, long ago, when the seas ran red with blood
A passage way to the evil worlds beyond,
lost in 1300 AD, Nyturan Demonta
A secluded getaway;rediscovery
a spiritual presence; a thing of evil
that roams the forests and the dark bowers of man's domain
A license to possess the living - KUNDA ESTRATTA MONTOSSE
The sun absorbs the darkness, it's gone for now, yet it beckons
JOIN US!
Escape denied and the sky goes dark, fleeing its grasp,
left to hide and locked inside
Its song a memory of what was suppose to be.
Now a dance of the dead, grotesque, laughing, with a severed head
Sanity diminishing; its biting grip at hand, a vice of their torment
spewing forth the blackened hemoglobin
Persuading cries invoke chainsaw screams in the night.
(chainsaw screams in the night.)
Your love was a lie and now she burns in hell!
(The creaking psychosis) mirrors rational thought.
"Does that sound fine?", the embrace exclaims.
A now tormenting member claws one's cranium,
while the others make their way.
You dirty bastards; sadistic; torturing: entertained by my pain,
but who's laughing now?
This farewell to arms should stifle your stirring ,
but now you've gone and escaped.
Its trap does not amuse and with the sign of the 1,
the evil responds "Fuck You!"
With a mighty blast from the old double barrel,
comes gushing blood galore
Lucidity declining promptly as absurdity entwines .
Two shots; a scream: a hit to the head, to help one unwind.
Visitors unknowing see only signs of death (and unimaginable truth).
In the cellar you will hide.
A deadite by your side. A fresh soul to swallow,
Let me out! We don't see eye to eye.
Lock the chains! I'll try to explain that something
has come back from the dead.
We are the things that were and shall be again
DEAD BY DAWN!
Salvation lies in the pages.
Dispel the evil to save your lives!
Beware the woods, the trees are living;
grasping control; no time for breathing.
A grave sensation of future's past prophesied to destroy the horror.
Manifest this dark spirit into the flesh,
force its being beyond time and space.
The only hope, your concern repulses.
Back into the dark, the demon surprises.
"I'll swallow your soul!"
Stabbed in the guts and torn to a blend.
If only you listened; this is the end.
The monster suppressed by the will of the heart.
"I'm all right!" he proclaims, now back to the plan.
Hushed by its kin to set a distraction;
chainsaw dismembered head silenced with a blasting.
The forest knocks and the walls come undone.
(The second) passage must be read, to expel the evil dead.
Upon completion, a false victory is found.
Sucked into the void and sent back in time,
the humans are at war with the plague of the deadites.
There's only one person who can clean up this mess.
It's the hero from the sky versus the army of darkness.