In life the battle burns bright with spraying blood and frightened eyes
That see the callous hand of death which brings dead bodies worms an flies
Then rides that black cloaked wizard after the frenzied fray
He sees the mangled bodies, he finds the murdered brave
To resurrect their fighting spirits and enliven undead swordarms
Out on the warfield he builds his swarms
May death be ye bride
Undead you serve bereft the choice
Heard are my words arcane
Posthumous shall I misguide
Retrieved from your death again to live
Brought back from your last breath
When worldly fates and what awaits is gauged
These spells may still negate
May you embrace my rule
I'm building an army, these the recycled dead
The strongest are chosen to my triumph be led
I decide who lives and who shall die
Buried or not a chance you may survive
Gnarl and writhe for me, the grandest of the lichlords
Guilder of graves I am velsharoon!
In evil hearts lies reason, in genius minds lies wicked vice
And all may crave that grim obsession, power absolute
Cold means to gain
May death be ye bride
Undead you serve bereft the choice
Heard are my words arcane
Posthumous shall I misguide
Retrieved from your death again to live
Brought back from your last breath
When worldly fates and what awaits is gauged
These spells may still negate
May you embrace my rule
I am building an army, these the recycled dead
The strongest are chosen to my triumph be led
I decide who lives and who shall die
Buried and not a chance you may survive
Gnarl and writhe for me, the one they call "the Vaunted"
Undeath is a maze, I am the skeleton key