Verse 1: In the shadow of the mountains deep, Where no mortal dares to sleep, Kemmler walks with staff in hand, Ruler of the cursed land. His whispers stir the ancient graves, Awake the dead, eternal slaves. Bound by chains of blackened lore, They rise to serve forevermore. Chorus: Hail the Lichemaster, lord of decay, Wielding death to pave his way. From Nagash’s hand, the winds do churn, All shall fall, and all shall burn. Verse 2: Once a scholar, now a fiend, Twisted by the dark unseen. Betrayed by those who sought his crown, He rose again, no longer bound. The cairns and crypts, his army’s keep, March with dread, the living weep. The Sword of Unholy Power gleams, A blade to sever mortal dreams. Chorus: Hail the Lichemaster, lord of decay, Wielding death to pave his way. From Nagash’s hand, the winds do churn, All shall fall, and all shall burn. Bridge: Through the Border Princes, fear his name, With Krell beside him, none remain. Cold winds howl through barren trees, A kingdom built on death’s decrees. The world may curse, the gods may cry, But Kemmler’s will shall never die. His reign eternal, bleak and stark, A beacon to the endless dark. Final Chorus: Hail the Lichemaster, lord of decay, Wielding death to pave his way. From Nagash’s hand, the winds do churn, All shall fall, and all shall burn. Outro: So sing the hymn of Kemmler’s reign, A dirge of sorrow, grief, and pain. For in the end, all flesh must bow, To the master of the graveyard's plow.
