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He watches the desolation

With a savage fervor

The land once teeming with green

Reduced to ashen waste

The wraith Lord oversees all

Through hoarfrost armor

Hides a faceless visage of pestilence Named for his gaze

His blighted hoards of damned

Spare none from the sickness

They slave endlessly

To maintain their construct

A great symbol of his wrath

Left to harbor the dead

Bone and stone

Ground flesh, blood mortar

Sigils of hate bind their souls

Left to feel every moment

Of eternal suffering

Overseer of the infernal construct

At its core, the frost fire rages

Fueled by the essence

Of the sacrifices

Charging the eternal winter

Bloodstained rime grows

Where life once teemed

A shattering shriek

Calls the dead to view

As the infernal construct erupts

Raining sulphur thermite

from the sky

The harbinger of death

Relishes the putrid divine

Bone and stone

Ground flesh, blood mortar

Sigils of hate bind their souls

Left to feel every moment

Of eternal suffering

Overseer of the infernal construct

He watches the desolation

Overseer of the infernal construct

A curse of frigid rot

In his grip you've been caught

Your fight for life is for naught

For its your flesh that has been sought

Overseer of the infernal construct

None stand in defiance

Of the Overseer’s malice

No relics or lands will appease

To extinguish the life that you'll seize

Leave all to suffer

And feel no more

But the eternal anguish

To tear the universe apart

But this Old God will soon learn

When he encounters we six

What happens when bound

For we have heard

His infernal war call

And with a magick much darker

He too shall fall