Prologue Phantasmagoria

Dark woods summon me to enter

As the moon emerge from behind the clouds

Enlightening the primordial ruins of a hidden burial site

Ghastly shapes of undead souls flitting about in the murk

Very pale and death-like appearance, embodiment of evil

There is a legend in the region of this place, evil

buries but not dead

A psychic presence moving in the haze, cursed creatures

demented

Few have seen the entity and lived to tell

What dwells beyond the iron gates of hell

Supernatural forces, disembodied voices

Caught in the spell, phantasmagoria

When the undead speaks at night, from the black space

beyond life

Apparitions haunting at the darkest hour

Screaming in anguish, tormenting the living

In the shadows of the tombstones

A paranormal phenomenon is breeding