Tracking blood through halls of black
Within our dark lord's palace
Horns covered in filth
Fur crisp and stagnant
Come hither to thine throne
Stand amongst the fallen one
Within the ashes of the underworld
Our lord comes forth and with him
We shall rise
Stench of death and decaying eyes
A smile full of flies
Tangled hair and rancid skin
He invited me in
Come hither to thine throne
Stand amongst the fallen one
Within the ashes of the underworld
Our lord comes forth and with him
We shall rise
Bow to no one
Hail to no king
He came to me so pure in thought
And provided me the knowledge I craved
Come hither to thine throne
Stand amongst the fallen one
Within the ashes of the underworld
Our lord comes forth and with him
We shall rise
Hail to no king
Hail to no god
