underground death
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From a throne of skulls he rules
Passing judgment with an iron fist
This is his conquered land
His black helm glistens
Slaves are brought to tend his palace
And executions are daily
The citizens live in fear of their monarch
Cruel despotic whims have seen men burned
His legions pillage the land
They take the livestock, they kill for fun
They carry off the women to dance in his harem
Rebellion brings harsh reprisals
For every plot he takes a thousand hands
And they hang from the battlements
While farmers struggle to make ends meet
A cold witch from the North stands by him
And suggests the impaling of infants
Often he rides to hunt boars
Sometimes he returns with human prey
His sword has tasted blood a hundred times
He wears a necklace of fingers
A room in the dungeon houses his inventions
Macabre instruments of torture
He induces a chorus of screams
And hatches a new plague in the alchemist’s den
His flags fly high, his reach extends far
Like Satan in his kingdom of chaos