Lifeless  torsos  decompose  hanging  from  the  hooks  in  the  walls.

The  monotonous  sound  of  dripping  blood  echoes  through  the  halls.

Passing  through  a  candlelit  chamber  of  lies

Wealth  can＇t  escape  the  shrilling  screams  of  undead  souls.

When  the  sky  freezes  over  and  begins  to  storm  with  blood  would  you  kill  your  own  kind,

Would  you  honor  those  that  died.

When  forced  into  battle  morals  become  obsolete  and  everyone  becomes  a  nemesis.

Slaves  of  a  treacherous  beast  to  capture  freedoms  of  the  human  mind.

But  in  the  dark  glow  of  the  moonlight＇s  shadow  this  creature  awaits.

Visualizing  the  nightmares  of  an  eminent  future.

Spreading  fear  and  hatred  through  his  people

He  embarked  on  a  quest  to  sabotage  humanity.

A  stadium  of  genocide  at  his  fingertips.

The  apocalypse  is  upon  us.

Horizons  fog  with  greed.

No  action  is  taken  by  the  absent  militia  and  the  path  to  devastation  remains.

Who  will  escape  the  blade  and  begin  a  new  age  of  revolution?

When  the  sky  freezes  over  and  begins  to  storm  with  blood

Would  you  kill  your  own  kind,  would  you  honor  those  that  died.