Lich King -

In the hills, past the wretched abyss

Through the reeking bogs and carrion mists

Up the trail, to the black castle gate

Undead lord is the master of fate

Run and scream with your heart in your throat

Past the drawbridge and over the moat

Tattered robe and yellowed bone

Undead lord on his slaughterhouse throne

Give into fear, all hail the dead

What once was damned has been risen instead

Give into hate, all now are lost

Your ghoul demigod and his black holocaust

All hail the lich king

Heads on pikes on the turret walls

Vollies of thunder and fire he calls

A necromantic maelstrom of lightning and sin

Undead lord and the skeletal grin

Give into fear, all hail the dead

Throne and the crown and the rivers of red

Give into doom, all lost in the dark

Scepter and sword of the hated monarch

All hail the lich king

Ancient evil, crowned corpse mage

Enemies butchered and peasants enslaved

Crying for mercy, you’re barely alive

Undead lord, wicked wizard denies

All… hail…the