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Ruins, of an ancient, city

Older than time itself

A place, decayed and forbidden

The fulcrum, of plague and disease

An altar for a sacrifice

The center, the pillar of a power

Sinister, form of beauty

Beneath the soil and ground

It's story too deeply to unfold

Alluring wandering minds

Thirsty for macabre

Secrets

A truth that is so vile

Hear the words and whispers

You will find the Dead Kings

In a black oblivion

Waiting, still, in torment

The four, once man, the seekers

The souls of humanity

A shard

Of a fire that burns so bright

Blinding, befouling, the sight

Of the wise four

Nefarious, tyrants they become

The will, to drain the life

Taste of unholy rituals

Pulsing, with magic from the abyss

Hear the words and whispers

You will find the Dead Kings

In a black oblivion

Waiting, still, in torment

Legion, of beings, of dark

Humans they are no more

Engulfed

With necromantic powers

Wraith, they're called

Servants, slaves of the four

Twisted

By powers of unlight

Hunting, the humans, in fear

They will drain your life

And cry, the name of the Dead Kings

No one, to stop them, their madness

Spread across the reign

A flood

The only resolution

Hear the words and whispers

You will find the Dead Kings

In a black oblivion

Waiting, still, in torment

The abyss has open

Waters shall go dry

Your fate now lies open

Time to face the Dead Kings