Damaged souls take the room,
as faith escapes into the dwindling skies.
An ambience unlike any other;
darkness enveloped in fear.
No man escaped, all men ran.
No heroes, no saviours.
No where to hide,
no where to run.
When the time came, passion took over.
The undead wept at the sight of him,
Our King, Our Lord, Our Christ.
The end was near.
No more days, seconds or minutes.
Time was now finite.
And as the world froze to a halt,
a love of life was born.