When a Spectral glove points an empty, ghostly finger at the guilty and the doomed... When amphibious vampires slither and writhe at the exhilarating scent of fresh blood... When a withered nameless crone administers her foul caress in the name of unholy seduction... When half-dead monstrosities rise up from subterranean depths in search of sacrificial flesh... THEN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR IS UPON US. WHEN WHISPERS TURN INTO SCREAMS...
When a Spectral glove points an empty, ghostly finger at the guilty and the doomed... When amphibious vampires slither and writhe at the exhilarating scent of fresh blood... When a withered nameless crone administers her foul caress in the name of unholy seduction... When half-dead monstrosities rise up from subterranean depths in search of sacrificial flesh... THEN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR IS UPON US. WHEN WHISPERS TURN INTO SCREAMS...