The final bell chimes - the warning of dusk The echoing of slamming doors; and shutters pulled in tight. Such eerie silence, not a clack on cobblestone. Just the howl of the night winds, as they push against your back. A wary traveler seeking shelter from the night. A place as good as any other, but clearly something is not right. But then you see it: a glow on the hill. Slowly drawing closer - getting larger in your sight. Ambiguous rider with features coming clear A sudden fear of danger as its steed grows near. The bleached bones of a skeletal horse gallop forward, raising pace. Ghastly rider. Flowing, tattered cloak. Shrieks out and beckons his gnarled hand. Pallid flesh on a sunken face with eyes of fire beaming out. You turn to run. You bang and scream on every door in sight, but no one will answer - you're now tonight's sacrifice. Evil hexwraith. Vampiric creature of the night vaults into the air, striking down, preying on your life. Screams yield no answer. Blood covers the ground. Soulless eyes of the Wurdulak, Is your last memory.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
