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In the hills, past the wretched abyss |
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Through the reeking bogs and carrion mists |
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Up the trail, to the black castle gate |
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Undead lord is the master of fate |
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Run and scream with your heart in your throat |
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Past the drawbridge and over the moat |
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Tattered robe and yellowed bone |
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Undead lord on his slaughterhouse throne |
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Give into fear, all hail the dead |
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What once was damned has been risen instead |
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Give into hate, all now are lost |
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Your ghoul demigod and his black holocaust |
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All hail the lich king |
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Heads on pikes on the turret walls |
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Vollies of thunder and fire he calls |
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A necromantic maelstrom of lightning and sin |
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Undead lord and the skeletal grin |
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Give into fear, all hail the dead |
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Throne and the crown and the rivers of red |
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Give into doom, all lost in the dark |
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Scepter and sword of the hated monarch |
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All hail the lich king |
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Ancient evil, crowned corpse mage |
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Enemies butchered and peasants enslaved |
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Crying for mercy, you're barely alive |
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Undead lord, wicked wizard denies |
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All...hail...the |
