I STAND TALL AMONGST THE ANCIENT TOMBS

REVELING IN THEIR LONG DEAD KNOWLEDGE

BREATHING DEEPLY OF THE PUTRESCENCE

I FEEL AT ONE WITH THE ELDER SPIRITS

THAT HAUNT THE DREARY PLACE

FLOWING CASCADES OF DEATHLY MIGHT

SWARM WITHIN MY MORTAL FRAME

TRANSFORMING MY ONCE HUMAN VISAGE

INTO A GHASTLY VISION OF CORRUPTION AND DECAY

KNOWLEDGE GARNERED FROM THE LONG DEAD

AIDS IN MY DESCENT TO THE HALLS OF DEATH

I, THE LORD OF DEATH,

ADORNED IN HIDEOUS TRAPPINGS

WITH DOMINION OVER ALL

THE TWISTED RULER OF AN INFINITE KINGDOM

ENSHROUDED IN NECROMANTICAL FOG

AMIDST THE GHOULS I DWELL

IN A REALM OF MARBLE AND SOIL

MY LOYAL SUBJECTS LIE IN WAIT

OF THE DAY THAT I SHALL RISE FROM MY THRONE

AND CONQUER THE WORLD WITH PLAGUE