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A celebration of morbid delight

The blind dead rise

The people take flight

Bodies falling everywhere

Bodies falling everywhere

The knights of old have taken over

Invading homes

Roaming the streets

Slashing at their victims

The blood red trail of hopelessness

While the governer sleeps

his people weep

While the governer rests

his people are stressed

As the sun rises

the blind dead stand guard

throughout the streets

An ominous presence

A stench of death

The templar knights

can hear your heartbeat