BATTLEMASTER LYRICS

1. Necrophant

In life the battle burns hot with spraying and frightened eyes that see the callous hand of death which brings dead bodies, worms and flies.
Then rides that black cloak wizard after then frenzied fray.
He sees the mangled bodies, he finds the murderous brave to ressurect their fighting spirits and enliven undead swordarms, out on the warfield he builds his swarms.

"May death be ye bride!"

"Posthumous shall I misguide!"

Retrieved from your death again to live, brought back from your last breath. When worldly fates and what awaits are gauged the spells may still negate.

"May you embrace my rule! Undead you serve me bereft the choice, heard are my words arcane...

"I'm building an army! These, the recycled dead.
The strongest are chosen, to my triumph be led!

"I decide who lives and who shall die.
Buried or not, a chance you may survive.
Gnarl and writhe for me, the grandest of the lichlords!

Guider of graves...I am Velsharoon!"

In evil hearts lies reason
In genius minds lay wicked vice
And all may crave that grim obsession:
Power absolute
Cold means to gain...

"Gnarl and writhe for me,
The one they call 'The Vaunted.'
Undeath is a maze.
I am the skeleton key."

2. Ceremonial Dragon Mutilation

Captured, a mighty red dragon was brought here under the cover of night, a secret temple ocean island like a fortress, the evil bastion for the creation of spells. The wizards overseeing from the tower as their troops drag the ancient aground. With potions of control it was battered and drugged, but not lastly shall it be dragged to its death...Dragged to its death!

The cloaked, with their spears they do guide him, guide him to the temple of blood. Helpless, the winged one learns to fear for the first time, awoken clawless and without its breath. Bound with massive ropes and greatly wounded until a quick poison's released, the dragon dies quickly and painless without so much as a scream. This crime is abhor to magic. The destructive pleasure wont to calamitous misdeeds. Bone wand dissection: a maze of time-worn intestines trail out in defeat of the hoary soarer.
Ceremonial dragon mutilation, the carcass is ravaged. Now on to the head, sever the head. The wyrm has been desecrated. Feast the flesh, its soul we have murdered. The symbols on the altar they paint with blood, the blood of the dragon deceased. Incisions with a greatsword are given across belly and chest. Inside the fluids bubble and boil, acrid and putrid the gas. Drunk off the blood of the elder one, they notice not re-animation. A curse unto sadists and poachers...The Bracolich makes its attack!

3. Total Aboleth Funeral

4. Urtical Gods

[originally by Enslaved]

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5. Satanic Speed Metal

[originally by D666]






BATTLEMASTER LYRICS