Outside the gate, bodies twitching at my feet
Black sand infecting the wounds of my slain
An eerie silence after a battle with no end
If I could remember it, I’d bellow it, my name
Black language
The last thing they’d ever hear
Mace bludgeons
Every skull from ear to ear
Pointed crown
Gaze into the eye of power
Master waits
Ruling from atop his tower
Sue for his clemency so I must do his bidding, words so evil spoken cracks my lips with every vile spitting of curses
Learned the art of hidden reality, taking lives and drowning sanity
I’m not him but he’s a part of me, gag on my breath as it demands your suffering
Idol worship
Misty endings
Wraiths will fly
I will order
Kings of man
Sons and daughters
Burn
Smirk
He, the necromancer
Desire
Hides from none
The ash
Blocks out the sun
Higher
The hierarchy
Black gate
Your final scream
Melkor
Father of our music
Risen
Out of your false prison
Grant us
Victory on this night
Puncture
Every vein within sight
The age of man will be cut short