Death bed proposition from a fading rule
It's shadow cast from withered flame
Out from growing blackness creeps a fleeting breath
Deceiver's tongue sharpened as a sword put to your neck
Another would be hero's ash
Feeds the kiln of crippled lands
Betrayer is made whole again
Resurrect anew
Age of treachery
Grip of malice
Timeless enemy
Hallowed false king
Ready fangs awake to meet the taste of death
Rejuvenate and dominate, the grave lord resurrect
His courtyard, a slaughterhouse, the hunt is effortless.
A cheek turned too many times, we graciously accept
Another would be hero's ash
Feeds the kiln of crippled lands
Betrayer is made whole on the
Bones of hollowed men
Blood, drained of children
Flesh stripped off brethren
Spirit of murder