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Shrouded by somber woods

Clouds obscure the moon

Standing near the grim altar

Time to call the ancient one

Blackness of the dark ritual

Coldness is spiritual

Preparing the final spells

Blood is pumping in the veins

Fumes are spreading everywhere

Vaal-King lives again!

His voice is thunder

His will divine

He give the commands

He feed our souls

Men are falling to his knees

They are ready, Hail the King!

Shrouded by somber woods

Clouds obscure the moon

Army of the Vaal-King

Prepare to pay for father’s sins