Endless barchan sands
Are flogged by the sunrays for centuries
The Lost City was hidden by them
Such a deadspot on the groundface
The cursed bones and plague flesh awaits
For the rotten one who commands unearth the graves

Heat, insects, smell of decay
Mirages compounds with reality
This place was homeland once for him
But now he leads hordes of the dead
Thousand years of hunger untamed
With rage pestiferous flames his rotten heart

He who beheld
The down of Choradrim
Was captured and enslaved
By Prime Evil's overall anger

Lurking in the sands
And catacombs of ruined town
Older than Lut Gholein
Dark Elder still rules East Lands

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