Post by Urban on Mar 27, 2014 0:26:24 GMT
"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse."
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names,
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same,
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down.
When the man comes around.
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same,
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down.
When the man comes around.
There is no government. No authority of any kind. No help.
Nine months ago all hell broke loose and chaos ensued as an unknown virus wiped out all of the population. However, they didn't stay dead. They came back with nothing more then a mindless need for flesh but not just any flesh; human.
Do you have what it takes to survive in this world riddled with undead, where no one can be trusted?
The hairs on your arm will stand up,
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around.
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and hell followed with him."
