In darkness, black as ebony skies,
The Fated, cursed, do slowly rise.
And in the dark, when No One’s looking –
Breath will halt until they’re choking.
Mangled bodies, suffer still –
Living for the Final kill.
Hear their screams upon the wind –
Do not pity those who sinned.
Let them sing their Fated songs –
It’s a curse, for all their wrongs.
Always Living – always dead –
Never living – never Dead –