Tyrant - Mists of Necromancy - The Tyrant Rises

Black rook ‘gainst stormblown clouds
In defiance of the sun
Blackened by the flames of war
Thy kingdom shalt rise again
Claim the grimoire of ages past
Drink from the chalice of the dead

Awaken! Forces of nightly shade
Arise now! At thy master's cold decree
Come thou forth! And end their wretched lives
With bright steel! ‘Neath the crimson moonlight

Bloodstained shadows cast
By sages weaving spells
Revenants and spectres feed

Damp and drear the wretched tomb awaits
Catacombs of cursed knowledge loom

Guarded by fell beasts and ancient hexes
Iron gates spear the bitter night
Torn apart by spells of destruction, we descend in meagre light

lanterns sputter fitfully to life
Realise the tomb is far from empty

Red pinpricks break the gloom,
Hideous faces lit by pale and eerie glow

A disgusting afterlife
The fallen reanimated
By a foul necromancer -
Guarding the tome with gnashing teeth

Blades flash, flame leaps high
Screams of pain and rattling breaths
The undead decimated
I see it – upon a crumbling lectern

Cutting through dead flesh
I reach the coveted prize
Ground begins to shake
Walls begin to crumble…

We surface, bruised and battered
Victorious in our quest
The knowledge contained within
Will restore the Tyrant's might

Black rook ‘gainst stormblown clouds
In defiance of the sun
Blackened by the flames of war
Thy kingdom shalt rise again.