Sacramentum Overlord
Through the streets of chaos in the city where the
statues scream.
In streets where metal meets metal, the mighty tigers
of pan-tang.
Inhuman screaming statues writhes in agony and pain.
The overlords ride their wagons with proud heads held
high.
I pass the straits of chaos onward to the plains of
glass.
I searched for symbols of evil to open dimensional
gates.
The cult of Slortar, the genius one. To slave and
serve.
Become chaos son.
Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of death
reclaims his throne.
With demonsword in hand and demonguards
by side the theocrat will rule till the end of time.
Opening an alternate timespace where fury and storms
were born,
searching for new demonbreeds to raise hell in glorious
form.
Bound for existence eternal in rings of purest gold.
To show powers to the mortals, raising elemental
storms.
Summoning the travel demon to journey through the
plains.
To fight for what's rightfully ours, guided by Slortar
the old.
The city of the screaming statues belongs to overlord.
The overlord of death.
Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of death
reclaims his throne.
With demonsword in hand and demonguards by side the
theocrat
will rule till the end of time
