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 youre 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 sunlights ray Barricaded inside the nearby church Hordes of Templars hunting to kill Majestic fogshrouded 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!
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