Grotesque Glory

I arise from the dark rotten soil
Awoken from my restless sleep
Slowly my limbs regain control again
Claws of doom, crackling of bones

I remember the days
When I ruled all living, dead and foul
Regaining my strength for centuries
It is time to strike

And rise, my friend
Out battle awaits to be fought again
My years of lust
Grows stronger by each day

Raise the dead
Take me to where our worlds collide
Our force of death
Will conquer all that breathe

With staggering steps
I stumble through this land of ash, fire and gore
Seeking my true companion of death
His severed head beneath my feet
I curse the gods of all living, dead and foul
Forever trapped in this wasteland of grotesque glory

Rise, my friend
Out battle awaits to be fought again
My years of lust
Grows stronger by each day

Raise the dead
Take me to where our worlds collide
Our force of death
Will conquer all that breathe

Ripping through the night in anger, slashing through the fields
Fields of black and dormant mud where blood once flowed
Streams of fire glowing cold with an everlasting hope
To redeem our fallen warriors and the dreams of nevermore

Rise
Raise the dead

With staggering steps
I walk across the lake of frozen blood
Cursed to forever roam this land
My kingdom restored

Rise my friend
Out battle awaits to be fought again
My years of lust
Grows stronger by each day

Raise the dead
Take me to where our worlds collide
Our force of death
Will conquer all that breathe