I have killed so many men to make myself the king my sword is stained with redder blood than the black that's in my veins soon the power of the cauldron will course through my blood and with my army of the dead I'll conquer all the world

How long have I waited to be a god among mortal men? How long have I waited to be the horned king?

Atop my throne of human skulls I oversee the fall castles crumble forests weep as the dead reclaim it all the sky is getting blacker 'till it's just like my soul and as the rest of the world dies my power only grows

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