Darkness awakened
Arisen with the moon
Hallowed soil now exhumed
Bloodshed unending
Each night slept in fear
Since the old King first appeared
He is the one who walks after death
The shifting shape that hungers for flesh
Passing through the stone of his ancient shrine
Beyond the forlorn throne
To live is to die
Arriving from Northlands, he strode
A champion of valor and strength
“Go now», the chieftain spoke
«Return this mare from whence it came”
With sword in hand; axe, shield, and spear
At dawn, he mounted his steed
The hero's pursuit of the aptrgangr
To bring back the head of a King
Crimson is the forest
Tracks in the snow
Where the restless spirit roamed
Entered the barrow
The corpse rest inside
On decayed lips grew a smile
He is the one who walks after death
The incarnate curse, the scourge of man
The bringer of madness, invader of minds
Beyond the forlorn throne
To live is to die
At once, the torch extinguished
Frost and twilight filled the vault
Quickly, he reached for his sword
Before the lich could grasp his throat
Swinging with force, he cut through the air
Like the will-o-the-wisp, ‘twas was no longer there
Gripping his steel, he turned to attack
Feeling its breath on the back of his neck
Bringing the bastard down
From stab-wounds came forth
White worms and dust
Along with the gilded crown
Fell the eldest of blood
Slaughtered limb from limb,
The King fell to his knees
Writhing with the sound
Of a thousand screams
Fire!
Fire consumed the headless remains
Scorching, burning, conquered by flames
Silenced at last,
The smouldering ashes were cast
Into the sea
(Into the sea)
He is the one who walks after death
The incarnate curse, the scourge of man
The bringer of madness, invader of minds
Beyond the forlorn throne
To live is to die