Althalus
01-13-2003, 07:56 AM
The sea reddens think with the blood of men
The smell of death is like fuel to my strength
I become stronger with every breath
Every move sends tremors across the earth
People run and scream
Panic paints every corner
Every word a cry of terror
For my armies have burned and pillaged
The armies of the dreadlord soldires march
They know the call
Death awaits those who do not kneel to my will
And in death lies eternal misery
As the fires burn
My power grows
And with it grows an empire
Bigger than any kingdom
Stronger than any mountain
I am here now
Looking over my handy craft
I see far and wide
And all shall revere and honor me
I walk in the shadows
The shadows come to my call
Nothing is left unturned
Nothing can escape
Nothing.....
The smell of death is like fuel to my strength
I become stronger with every breath
Every move sends tremors across the earth
People run and scream
Panic paints every corner
Every word a cry of terror
For my armies have burned and pillaged
The armies of the dreadlord soldires march
They know the call
Death awaits those who do not kneel to my will
And in death lies eternal misery
As the fires burn
My power grows
And with it grows an empire
Bigger than any kingdom
Stronger than any mountain
I am here now
Looking over my handy craft
I see far and wide
And all shall revere and honor me
I walk in the shadows
The shadows come to my call
Nothing is left unturned
Nothing can escape
Nothing.....