Crawling through dungeons like a rat trapped in a cage
No hiding the horror in your eyes
Closed in your tomb, your life drawing to an end
You beg for your false god to save you
Claustrophobic, diabolical place of evil magic
The cold ground leeches
All of your will to fight your death
My ancient blade was wrought by masters from forgotten lands
Touching your flesh disgraces it, I'll kill you with my hands
Feel my rotting hands upon your face
Black blood stains your pallid eyes
As you succumb to death's embrace
Your flesh becoming mine
Feel the cracking of your skull
Before the soporific pull (of Lür)
You are, no more, a man
Your knowledge seeping through my hands
My father's mission for me was made crystal clear
Infect this gentle world with misery and fear
The second step is slaying you, son of the king
Apocalyptic end of days my will shall bring
Feel my rotting hands upon your face
Black blood stains your pallid eyes
As you succumb to death's embrace
Your flesh becoming mine
Feel the cracking of your skull
Before the soporific pull
You are, no more, a man
Your knowledge seeping through my hands