In life the battle burns bright with spraying blood and frightened eyes That see the callous hand of death which brings dead bodies worms an flies Then rides that black cloaked wizard after the frenzied fray He sees the mangled bodies, he finds the murdered brave To resurrect their fighting spirits and enliven undead swordarms Out on the warfield he builds his swarms
May death be ye bride Undead you serve bereft the choice Heard are my words arcane Posthumous shall I misguide Retrieved from your death again to live Brought back from your last breath When worldly fates and what awaits is gauged These spells may still negate May you embrace my rule
I'm building an army, these the recycled dead The strongest are chosen to my triumph be led I decide who lives and who shall die Buried or not a chance you may survive Gnarl and writhe for me, the grandest of the lichlords Guilder of graves I am velsharoon!
In evil hearts lies reason, in genius minds lies wicked vice And all may crave that grim obsession , power absolute Cold means to gain
May death be ye bride Undead you serve bereft the choice Heard are my words arcane Posthumous shall I misguide Retrieved from your death again to live Brought back from your last breath When worldly fates and what awaits is gauged These spells may still negate May you embrace my rule
I am building an army, these the recycled dead The strongest are chosen to my triumph be led I decide who lives and who shall die Buried and not a chance you may survive Gnarl and writhe for me, the one they call "the Vaunted" Undeath is a maze, I am the skeleton keyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
