The blind dead returns to hunt tender flesh
At high sea, an atmospheric horror
On the galleon, the inspiration can fuel
The zombie tale begins...
Which means there can only be ten of them
Instead of the multitude that stormed
And wiped out the entire village of the north
The supernatural evil...
The knights killed their victims
Hunger of the blind dead
Succumb to the zombies
A mysterious ghost ship
Now they go through all seas
Them, Templar pirates
The hunted flesh
They eat their corpses, they drink blood which
For their rites, ensures their longevity
Eat the flesh for their bloody ritual...
GHOST GALLEON!
The blind dead returns to hunt tender flesh
At high sea, an atmospheric horror
On the galleon, the inspiration can fuel
The zombie tale begins...
Which means there can only be ten of them
Instead of the multitude that stormed
They eat their corpses, they drink blood which
For their rites, ensures their longevity
Eat the flesh for their bloody ritual...
GHOST GALLEON!