[Verse 1] High on his obsidian throne in realms above, He twists to ashes every trace of love. Through misty corridors of endless night, The God of Hate dispels the fragile light. [Verse 2] Within the Plane of Hate his servants stride, Where malice blossoms and dark specters hide. He crafted the Teir'Dal with bitter grace, To spread his venom over Norrath's face. [Pre-Chorus] His dark decree demands unyielding strife, To strangle mercy from the roots of life. No gentle pity warms his gloomy hall, Where noble spirits falter, bleed, and fall. [Chorus] He feeds on anger brewed in mortal hearts, And sharpens hatred like a poison dart. Each quiet grudge and spiteful, envious thought Is turned to power that his wrath has wrought. [Verse 3] His iron fist commands the shadow realm, With dark divine authority at the helm. The holy paladins who dare draw near Are swallowed whole by agony and fear. [Verse 4] With indigo skin and eyes of burning fire, His dark creation fulfills his pure desire. They march with black blades polished for the kill, To execute their dark creator's will. [Outro / Chorus] So hail the Prince of Malice, fierce and grand, Whose dark dominion spans the mortal land. Eternal sovereign of the dread domain, Where Innoruuk shall forever reign. [Outro Fade]
