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frozen, barren ground

enshrouded in mist

a gaunt emperor

ruler of death, the ravenlord

from pestilence I rise...

fields of slain soldiers

carriages of bodies

a kingdom miasmic

from pestilence I rise...

in moonlight I walk these plains

bare witness to bloodless subjects

no funeral pyres

only the warmth of decay

looming over like a raptor

I reap the souls of the fallen

forever bound to my reign

slaves to damnation

the daylight won't bring relief from my grip...

I wield disease

as my scythe, as my scepter

amongst the dying I whisper

"you shall never reach heaven"

from pestilence I rise...