Death To A King-Bloodthorn

As the dying sun sets behind the mistveiled mountains And the shadows grow deep amidst the Aeidolon Fangs The snowclad peaks almost hid by the cold evening fog Gleams with hellish fire under the deep blue northern sky Hidden in the shadows thousand red eyes gleam in the fading light As the army starts it＇s decent the mountainsides come a live Crawling darkness bringing death through cold black shining metal Reaping lives of mortal men in a bloodcrazed madness As the hordes of evil tear apart the ranks of the mortal army A black steed brings it＇s master swiftly ＇cross the battlefield Morthion attacks in spiteful malice his warhammer sheading blood A shape so twisted by magic and evil his mere presence bringing death The tortured screams of a thousand dying men haunt the midnight sun A black mass of destruction brought slaughter clad in fear The moon＇s grim face laughs in scorn upon the total death The shapeless twisted darkness spread pestilence with it＇s breath