Vigo the cruel, Vigo the torturer
Vigo the unholy and despised
The scourge of Carpathia, the sorrow of Moldavia
A sorcerer, immortalized
The iron fist of a medieval tyrant
Plagued unto this earth in 1505
Reincarnated through rivers of slime
To abduct a host, and forge a new life

On a mountain of skulls in a castle of pain
He sat on a throne of blood
What was, will be! What is, will be no more!
Now is the season of evil!

Over a century of life, still writhing strong
Through magic he would not decease
Poisoned and stabbed,
shot, hung, and stretched
But still not dead in the least
His guts were ripped out, disembowlelment
His function had still yet to cease
Drawn and quartered,
His body torn
Viciously pulled apart piece by piece

Death is but a door, time is but a window
I'LL BE BACK!

Now we become one, together we will mesh
Reborn in slime and sin,
My ghost will become flesh

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