Last Rites Of Dregmour by Dethlehem
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
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