Disease is beating down the doors and chaos rushes in Wars against the plaguelord are a fight you cannot win
You thought undead warriors Once dead could never die Foolish lich king burn on Your land’s funeral pyre
Useless empty lungs with no air cough your your foe’s men Smaller than your wisdom taking fights you think you can Legions of the undead break from battle just to hide Sickness knows no innocents and war is genocide
Your body is smashed to pieces Your bones are taken as a prize Your phylactery the reason you are alive
Power torn asunder All your armies shattered Bow down to your hubris Take on your new name the king of ruinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
