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 you're 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 sunlight's ray



Barricaded inside the nearby church

Hordes of Templars hunting to kill

Majestic fog-shrouded 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!