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Skeleton Lord, the Necromancer

Saint of Killers clothed in darkness

Halo of shadows surrounds his face

The holder of keys to the Nightside Gates.

Holy Reaper! Bearer of Scythe!

Your silvery blade cuts through the sky

A serpent’s son, born of rebellion.

Child of Eve begotten with the Lord.

Vampiric hunger inflames his wrath

The voiceless whispers calling him to slay the spiritless Abel.

He opens the path to the other side

through bleeding throat, the Liberation of man.

Let the Harvest begin!

As endless void that swallows the light

into the world of graves we ride!

We’re sailing as rebel souls

into the kingdom of dried bones.

Descending to core of Hell

to realm of Lord Niantiel.

To deny life, make a pact with Death.

To deny life, make a pact with Death!

All hail master of burial ground:

Hail! Hail! King of Golgotha!

All hail master of burial ground:

Hail! Hail! King of Golgotha!