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

Fate