Death Waits

Built upon the bones of the dead.
The dust of centuries of the past.
Hidden in their abyssal shadows.
Highborn waiting in the dust.

Thick streams reek of decay.
With blood in one direction.
Military forces will plan their way.
The buildings in black reflections.

Thick streams reek of decay.
With blood in one direction.
Military forces will plan their way.
The buildings in black reflections.

We strike.
We kill.
We fall to the ground.

The festering stink of corruption.
The lord is waiting below.

We strike.
We kill.
We fall to the ground.

Death will wait, rise and fall.
Death will wait, pray you all.

You all!

Thick streams reek of decay.
With blood in one direction.
Military forces will plan their way.
The buildings in black reflections.

We strike.
We kill.
We fall to the ground.

The festering stink of corruption.
The lord is waiting below.

We strike.
We kill.
We fall to the ground.