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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 he'll 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

We'll 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

He'll have your blood to drink