Darkness falls across the land, The midnight hour is close at hand.
Creatures crawl in a search of blood, and terrorise your neigborhood.
And who shall ever shall be found, without the souls to get in town.
To stand in a place like the HOUSE OF HELL and roth inside a corpsy shell. The Founless stenches in the air.
The funk of 40.000yrs and greaslygoons from every tomb, are closing in the seal your doom.
And Tough you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver, for no immortal can't resist,
the EVIL of THE DEADMAN