Thundering sky, the clouds are bleeding black

Ominous sensation lacking all explanation

Death is coming from above, you can’t make a sound

Saturation of the senses, should run and hide

Massacre, attacker

Be faster, be wiser

Glorious decapitation

The shape of a new devil

Heavy thuds, quick clicks, loud gurgle

Mentally preparing for eradication

Your sacrifice of neon gold

Calls upon the power of the dagger’s wielder