Reaper virus, makes human cannibal and kills its host. Mass genocide. A territory put in quarantine's zone. Walls are built all around to protect from them. Army controls. But evil is spread, uncontrollable. Elite's commando is sent to find a cure.
It's the doomsday's march of the dead. When brain is no more in their heads. The doomsday's march of the dead. When all the streets are full of death's heads.
Hordes of chaos, extreme violence, pillar's attack. Danger's everywhere. You'd better watch your back. Gunfight on the road. You spill the blood on a burnt red soil. Gang of marauders, medieval soldiers. Let's start the fire.
In this war of the damned there is no turning back. If you don't want to die alone run with the pack.
Now you're captured by the chief of the gang. Then you're tortured. False judgment. One of your troop is barbecued alive. Many will be dead. Immolation. Back to the wall. By a gunship you're liberated. But you refuse to follow. You've been betrayed.
Transmission's stopped, now you are lost, you enter the danger zone. Solitary way of a soldier. Your vengeance you prepare. It's better to rule in hell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
