Mion's Hill Gates Of Horror
In the land of the sleepless malice
Pest-ridden creeps crawl
With swollen lymphs of abscess
Plagued by the sorcerers call
Foul of decay - An aura of terror
Black breath possession - In the grip of the conjuror
A toxic presence - The gates of horror
Through leagues of decay
Beasts in the darkness prey
His servants seek the flame
In the shadows your carcass is maimed
In the virulent vale
A citadel of evil
Stone fortress
Embraced by spires
A tower held by
The gates of horror
The gates
Of horror
