Abbath - Root Of The Mountain

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.