Root of the Mountain - Abbath

Stooped now the wraith

More shadow than flesh

Once mighty hews lie sunken in chest

Spectral hoar frost spat on breath

A pulse ebbs

Yet, still Lord of Death

A silent tongue whispers tumours in head

Bending will of wardogs led

To glorious carnage

Armies were fed

Leech to thrombosis

Nations were bled

A world quailed in terror

Stricken with fear

Parents slew children

As juggernaut drew near

Beneath vast crush of crag

Entombed in gut of molten slag

An Archon, King cursed to live

As regent in Abyss of eldritch Necropolis

Stalking caverns'

Gargantuan scope

Revenant sits on his throne

Emperor infernal

In City of Bone

And shattered stone

At World’s Edge a mighty range

Cuts through cloud impaling Heaven

Follow fissures down, Behold:

The Root of the Mountain