• A collision of stars
    Shining brilliantly upon corruption of their Passion
    The deceased gaze, bloody, hollows mourning the passing of innocence
    Born into such desecration,
    Few weep for the living...
    Only They hold the knowledge of times' faded static waves
    Evil has risen like never before
    The killers now hunted by the prey
    Wild eyes glowing with terror and insanity
    Falling in unexpected anguish as the Angels sing the songs of the Undead...