My faithful servants’ tombs I reign,
The fallen ones whom you despise,
Shall now return your rightful pain.
Oh, yes! My dear necropolis,
Bestow on me an army grand,
Forgotten leagues of Lazarus,
Who sleep so firm in grasp of land.
Forsaken troops and paladins,
You rotten spawn of Satan’s barge,
Release a wave of plague and sins,
With specter horse, I mount the charge.
With onyx robes and ivory stoles,
The mages float on vapors green,
And sound that bell…for you it tolls,
To wipe your slates of spirit clean.
The war now done, return our calm,
My loyal subjects rest each bone,
With carbon scepter in my palm,
I judge upon my midnight throne.
