Legions rise at my will, invoking necromancy. Commanding the rotten, my wrath is infinite. Chants of butchery resound, may death conquer all around. Hordes from the crypts, their stench arouses me.
A great monarch that scorched my hand with disloyalty, you and yours will suffer. I shall observe the undead massacre them all, even those free of sin. To tear at their throats, they will swarm the living. Unleashing a fury that no mortal has ever seen.
I stand atop of my primordial tower, the cold winds rage through my legions below. Sickening acts about to commence, the cold winds fuel my legions below.
"Lead them De Seis,my trusted general. The congregation and I shall follow."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
