Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in a nameless tomb, for we journeyed forth on a path of empty promises paved by the bones of our predecessors. We gained nothing for what was lost. This throne was left to shatter in this endless frost. Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in nameless tomb. Our crown has been relinquished, overthrown from the throne, forgotten as we fade to bone flesh withers beneath unmarked stones. Those who escaped this fate, the very ones we saved, they breathe the air above, as nails seal us in and dirt piles fall upon us, they journey onward as we rot below. How could it end like this? We sacrificed it all, only to perish, only to fall. Frantic fists strike this casket lid a splintered hand escapes, blistered claws climb up through hardened soil. Break free the chains of this earth, retribution fuels an unholy rebirth. Break free the chains of this earth for retribution. We rise! We have risen from the grief of the grave seeking those who enslaved and the ones that we saved, the tellers of false fortunes shall suffer, this skeletal onslaught rides to reclaim the crown, a path of our journey traced by the bodies of liars. We gained nothing for what was lost, this throne was left to shatter in this endless frost. Limb by limb and piece by piece, bone by bone your life is released, we cleave and we hack and we rip and we tear and we break and we sever. We rise from this burial reborn no longer lost souls to be mourned, an undead army enslaved to bitterness and scorn, we hunger for human flesh to be torn.

Nails seem to rain from the sky, a curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony, an honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and the hate driven. A glimpse into the future. Inhale the swarm. Standing on the edge of the world that has now fallen to an abrupt disorganization. Breathe in the blackened sky. Feel as the insects fill your lungs, their reproduction. Nails seem to rain from the sky. A curse upon the common man. To be chosen to disrupt this harmony. An honor only to the spiteful. To be chosen to reign, but reign I will not!

Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls. the monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls. Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies wealth can't escape the shrilling screams of undead souls. When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood would you kill your own kind, would you honor those that died.
When forced into battle morals become obsolete and everyone becomes a nemesis. Slaves of a treacherous beast to capture freedoms of the human mind. But in the dark glow of the moonlight's shadow this creature awaits. Visualizing the nightmares of an eminant future. Spreading fear and hatred through his people he embarked on a quest to sabotage humanity. A stadium of genocide at his fingertips. The apocalypse is upon us. Horizons fog with greed. No action is taken by the absent militia and the path to devastation remains. Who will escape the blade and begin a new age of revolution? When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood would you kill your own kind, would you honor those that died.