Skeletons glisten under candle light. Dread Liche prepares for undead war. Lead his hordes into the oncoming fight. Reaping death, a quest to abhor.
Descend upon the town under nights shade. Innocents flee at the unholy sight. Sever their spines and open up their skulls. Undead swarm in, their prey to scared to fight. The blood of men flooding the city streets. Torn Limbs and heads crushed under bony feet. Raise up the dead, to fight for liche's crusade.
Herd what's left into the center of town. Horror struck, fresh humans to the slaughter. Dine on flesh, gnaw bones to regain power. Light 'em up, let fire cleanse off their skin. Sulfur clouds spire up from the town. Tortured cries, they're burnt from the inside. Immolate, none left alive. Reconstruct the fallen into nightmares, fresh slaves to feed the swarm.
Black Liche horde sew doom for all.
A plague of death scars the earth. Marching on, the liche commands. An infestation of life. Blight upon the mortal lands.
Flesh rot war path. Disembowel the men, fillet children, all women be impaled.
Necrotize all that hold breath, butchurize all who fear death.
Skeletons glisten under candlelight. The Liche conquers a mortal land. The stench of rot lingers hear forever more, breeding undeathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
