"Where the doors surely are locked, where the sun threatens to wane. Where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of of day. Liars line the roads at dawn, watchful eyes are upon you. Held sacred weapons to the sacred revealed, to be unleashed upon this council of Hell.
Blood flows down the streets at night where wolves cry out for flesh, Where a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby with the forms of the walking dead."


