Fast asleep on his throne made from mortal bone In the crypts lies the No Life King But his slumber will break and his carnage hell take The slayer of man things When the armies of night with his powers unite And the moon is as black as his blood Then the rivers will boil as the undead they toil Ashes where man once stood Send a plague on the land with a touch of his hand Smash the gates of the cities and towns Steal away with their souls to his castle below Well make our last stand So go hide in the sun when the war is begun Run away from the No Life King For his armies are vast and his talons are fast Hell have your blood to drink
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