In the hearts of all mankind
There has been
Thirsts of power
The betrayed warlock
An unsound mind
Begun his way
Into his wrathful hour
In long past they were brought here
Bled before the fire
As they lay with all limbs pinned
Awaiting the circle of deth
From cursed magicks and the banished spells
Invoked by him, to rip open
Spoken from a blackened tongue
Armies blindly led
And gathered all
In long past they were brought here
Bled before the fire
As they lay with all limbs pinned
Awaiting the circle of deth
Take my hand and bring me there
Bled under desire
Conjured bleak with their own lives
Awaiting the circle of deth
Had they no choice?
From their fate?
They all walked
Mournful over the evocation
And they all bled
Dripping innocent
Green to red
The ground was soiled sacrilegious
Silence now for all of their screams
And dregmour’s laughter into thereafter
Shall forever stain their ghosts
In long past they were brought here
Bled before the fire
As they lay with all limbs pinned
Awaiting the circle of deth
Take my hand and bring me there
Bled under desire
Conjured dark with their own lives
Awaiting the circle of deth