Gath of Baal, The Death Dealer (Yep, more book spoilers)

*Significant Spoilers for some of the Death Dealer books* *The Death Dealer started as art from the legend, Frank Frazetta. It inspired books from different authors. This song is about Gath of Baal from the books by James Silke* Dark grey eyes, with a hunter’s glare Black hair slashed A warrior's flair Through the Shades, he learned to fight A lethal weapon For Cobra's delight From the wilds Here comes Gath of Baal Freed from the slavers, that made him crawl In the Great Forest Basin, his knowledge grew Time to show his foes What he could do Horned Helmet screams "It is a gift..." And a curse All danger sensed, through stone and earth Doubled his strength Chainmail strains Gath's power grows, more need to be slain Kitzaak Horde On the march, their lances gleam Cobra makes the calls A deceptive serpent’s scheme Massive axe swings The elephant’s bane Bridge collapses Their blood stains the plain Grillards watch, Brown John’s trade Totems rise from flesh decayed Steel chainmail A gift of might Gath strides forth To lead the fight "Why do you argue?... Do you want to DIE?" The Horned Helmet, Fires, bolts from his eyes Lightning, splits The trembling, sky Gives immunity, to poison’s bite Death Dealer endures Another sleepless night In the Smoking Lands, the Helmet calls Volcanic flames guard its darkened halls Unclean strength From the sleep stealer Donned the helm Became The Death Dealer Swamp reptiles strike, under Cobra’s reign Helmet warns Gath With searing pain Forget rest Forget sleep, a week of strife Then Robin lifts the curse Restores his life White Vesta tames, the horned beast’s cry Gath leads the horde The warlord dies Klang falls Lizard scales torn apart Death Dealer’s wrath It's just the start Horned Helmet roars, the earth does quake Battle lust Gath's soul at stake Flesh endures, through blade and flame Death Dealer lives From art to fame Jungle calls, the beast within Noon’s embrace, a primal sin Big Hands flees, the desert’s glare Gath pursues, with his flame-lit stare Whitecastle burns, the Vesta’s ploy Robin’s grace, their love is joy General falls, the lime tree’s grip Death Dealer triumphs Is it the final rip? Horned Helmet sings, a victor’s role Danger fades What of Gath's soul? Ohh, ohh What of his soul?