Bog Wraith Heir
You'll quake in fear of my very name
Ripping everything you hold dear
Dragging you from the throne you never deserved
A prophecy misread by the eyes of fools
Blinded by the hell fires thought to be controlled
To reclaim my kingdom
The true heir of the monstrous hordes
Here to hunt our false second coming
Lurking in the shadows skinning them for all they know
Feasting upon those who serve you
To find my true prey
My blades all thirst for your blood
Each piece of you claimed by my possessions
The struggle makes it better
Tasting the terror in the blood on my sword
Sliding the edge across your throat
Digging into your side