(Summoned from deep beneath
By unholy forces, unknown to mortal beings
8 cylinders adorn his crown
Banished to the frosty wastes
The King awaits)
On his mountain
Misty Peaks
Shimmering gold through the cold and icy night
Long and tattered
Dragging Robes
Magic spells sends them to the underworld
Brewing potions in cauldrons forged from cold black steel
Evil powers beware
Weaving dreams
From the holy vaults of mystic power
Let the warlocks run
Beware of the wizard
Look out
For the nightmare king
Look out
For the nightmare king
Look out
For the nightmare king
Look out
He'll steal your kids
Blinding light
As magic starts to fill the air
Clashing spells block the sun
A fell voice on the wind
Tears the mountain down
Lightning thunder
Lord of the night
Look out
For the nightmare king
Look out
For the nightmare king
Look out
For the nightmare king
Look out
He'll steal your kids
(Drums roll and fires leap
The great host of the mountain
Emerges from his lair)
Lying bleeding
From open wounds
The nightmare king
Impending doom
The wizard strikes
With fatal charm
Crack of a whip
The king is dead