Dethlehem Last Rites Of Dregmour
Steady now, and forward on
Let not revenge cloud your sight
From the surface, lay them down, sharpened whispers of
the wrongly dead
Cursed fortress, drenched in death, lay waste to their
thoughts of
hierarchy
Hearts forever bleed
entombed in infamy
The fallen is what has led here
Ready arms, and none shall be spared
Take the throne, kill what’s left
Armies scatter, he screams aloud
Skulls are shattered, flesh removed from bone
“Protect the warlock!” the leader cries
And in an instant, the sky did ignite
Dragons taken flight
Led by Neildorph’s battle cry
The Fallen is what has led here
Ready arms, and none shall be spared
Clutching gasp upon his chair
No longer but a dying heir
And what of our own home, abolished eternally
How do we return now, as night fades
With all of the court, stained with red
inside me, I truly feel no rest
My soul ripped out from my chest
And what of adventure
Taking what’s left of me
I have become like you
I have no soul
have no soul
have no soul
Nothing is what
what we have
Lifting up his staff
Incanting the spellcast
and laughing into his death
Exiled and outcast
and outcast
and outcast
Welcome your boundless destiny
