Days have gone dark. Nights even darker. Strange are the winds. That howl outside the gate. Bearing terrible omen. Of what is yet to come. Blacks’ beasts assembling. We’ll all soon be done.

They come from the dock, from there they flock. Our dreams, hopes, humanity, forever they mock. They enter the street, where the sewers they leak. Dismal, abysmal and always so bleak. Nothing can stop them from spreading their reek.

For he who is first will be he who is last. Titles are irrelevant, when judgement is passed. Nothing will stand, decay will be grand. The pale will spread their infectious hands. The pale will reign these devilish lands.

So say your prayer and evil forswear. Swollen wounds upon you, you already bear. You think you are safe, inside these gates. But let me remind you; illusions will blind you.