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There is a mist cloud coming

Murky fog moves on the ground

We see our people running

Screaming and throwing their agonising bodies go the ground

Pain, fear and aggravation

Skin cracks with blackened damnation

Loud cries of people going out of their minds, reason left behind

The sickness rises all around you

Spreading to your brain, makes you insane, feral and savage

Infected hide consumes your body

Your future is deprived, the son has arrived, controlling his army

Infected hordes are forming

Attacking all men in their sight

In the fog they’re swarming

Hiding and thinking: “Are we gonna make it through the night?”

Scream, chaos, devastation

Witnessing this rampant mutation

Loud roar bellowing throughout the night in the cold moonlight

The sickness rises all around you

Spreading to your brain, makes you insane, feral and savage

Infected hide consumes your body

Your future is deprived, the son has arrived, controlling his army

They’re abominations

Brutes left here to cry

Embrace the last destination

Looking with grief to the sky

Dirt will descend

Nothing left to defend

Hollow shells in the end

Never to walk here again