Vadaxhast

They say he's counseled kings and led great empires to ruin
Leaving pregnant mothers dry and shriveled, he feeds on unborn children
They call him the king of clattering scarecrows and the lord of abandoned graveyards
They say his bones are living blackbirds and his eyes are ancient scarabs

They say he has a thousand names in a hundred forgotten tongues
And if you feel his breath upon your neck, it's far too late to run
He watched them build the pyramids and laughed as towers fell
He is the tattered bone-mage and he'll drag your soul to Hell



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Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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