Roaming for weeks Searching for the souls of servitude A familiar stench of flesh Corrodes his nose And in disgust he scouts his way
Seeking its source He finds a tower Bearing the sigil Of those who seized his land Within its gates are those Living under the tyranny Of a vile regime That eradicates All who oppose
Undeterred He appears in the captain’s quarters “Choke on your tongue.” He commands and the captain Begins to suffocate
He then proceeds to disembowel the corpse
With blood and marrow excavated from this life He collects the ingredients of which he needs To curse his foes And end his people’s strife Etched in red he draws the symbol of oppression
An impaled offering from organs freshly plucked He burns away with calloused flames Illuminated by the fire Sacrificed And torn asunder Swiftly souls within the region Wearing the armor of imperial legion Drop dead or were left with afflictions Seemingly without reason
The people congregate within the courtyard Baffled by the Sickness and decay Spread throughout the entire countryside
A stoic stature Emerges with a severed head in hand Throws it at their feet Then begins to speak
“These very tyrants are the reason We are refugees They orphaned me and made me Flee the place I was conceived.”
While he addressed his people A surviving soldier fled with haste And with visions of death He arrived at the empires gates
And just like before They initiate with overwhelming force Only this time Their land was protected by enchantments
As crows collect overhead They cast a shade upon the battlefield And sporadically fly down and pluck Out the eyes of the soldiers That fight for the enemy
Black magic, His preferred and most favorite Choice of weaponry Filleting his foes with short bursts of quotes Known to carry the reapers tongue
He calls to arms His recently liberated lot Of ravenous men Now knights in the service Of their one true ruler They charge into battle With no fear of death
With every enemy Lying dead before his feet He begins to Raise the blade of necromance And all the corpse in unison Reanimate and bow before The one who brought them back to serve
He repeats this process As his armies march To see out his will Until they finally reach Their destination To bring forth the decimation Of this empire and everything it represents
His undead carve through the flesh of the Sentry’s that stand in defense of the fortress As his loyal mortals follow him To decapitate the serpent in the throne room
At their arrival There’s a scene of a false king Slumped in his soil
“Remove this filth at once.” He commands as he takes his seat Upon the throne
He speaks an incantation Summoning the four lords Demanding their display Of their allegiance to his word
A telepathic tongue Intrudes the minds Of all who breathe Entranced and completely Convinced to worship their new king And through the years to come He cultivates his lands Into a nation far beyond the dreams of man
With so much cosmic influence His reigns been absolute Until his later years He had forgotten the sound of The winters breath
And now it has begun
"They call me Veles.” The one who has come here to execute the creator And all of his disciples “I am the urge you are compelled to address.” “I come from the nothingness that will eventually end All of existence.” Frozen in motion the king then said “Through my own ashes I will rise again."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
