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In forest of eternal glaze

In streams of arcane power

Where unspoken truth is hidden

Where ground is forever frozen

There sun no longer rises

Forgotten realm of dark dominion

Where moment feels like eternity

His hands ruled an ancient land

With shadows on his side

He fought against the opressing light

Count of the dead

Necromancer of devilish souls

Count of the dead

Tyrant upon us all

Vragovzov

Time dust has splattered his tomb

His existence is turned to stone

His throne is betrayed

Frozen leaves our now decayed

Only trees will whisper the stories

Of his dreadful slumber

The scent of death in the air so strong

Solitude is spreading miles away

Light has reached its end

Raid of the undead is finished

He called upon the law of magic

To get his power back