Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh. Terror builds, as the thought of being dead. Prophecy of the wisemen of old. Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil.
You thought it was over, it's not over. I came back, I brought my axe. . In the shadows, alone in the dark. Young victims I stalk. . You thought it was over, it's not over.
Tearing at my neck my sharpened teeth pierce the meat. My warm bloodied prey sustains my life for one more day. The oldest of souls, left behind after life.