Curse of the Soothsayer Part III: King in a Grave

We shall rule this kingdom as we once ruled our own
The least a man can do is fight for a just cause
Engulfed within flames and eternal black
The stars whirl in furious motion
Vast army of horrors, it is your time
We shall rule this underworld
In darkness we prevail, leaving nothing behind
But the torn flesh of your coward horde!
Inconceivable amounts in the wake
One last maneuver shall save our race

Rally the army of demons
Brandishing steel forged in fire
To rattle the mortals above us
Onto their knees their forced to kneel

Exit the hall, the soothsayer's call
Through space and time forever evil lasts

His throat shall be slit, his blood shall be spilled
Man made a slave, king in a grave

Soothsayers triumph is near
The kings head sits on a spear

From the gates of hell, he has arrived
Fire demons in the sky
Whips and chains, the grand display
Of pain and fierce brutality

Centuries pass on for the sorcerer
Familiar faces pass him by
A challenge to fight, to spoil his soul
As he smiles on golden throne

The soothsayers triumph is near
The kings head sits on a spear

For he is me, but without power
And in this final combat
Aid from the dark one, I’ll be victorious
To bring the cycle to an end

Amassed so far below
Seeing all there was to see

On top of hell's highest peak
Horde of horrors, governing the weak
Blackened skies filled with devils
Aberrations from lowest levels

Amassed so far below
Seeing all there was to see

On top of hell's highest peak
Horde of horrors, governing the weak
Blackened skies filled with devils
Aberrations from lowest levels

Toppled king, thwarted knight
To the ends of their mortal universe
Hellish horde, fight, fight!
The cruel, the morally perverse

Soothsayers triumph is near
The kings head sits on a spear

Abomination, abscess
Poison turns it’s horrid face
Evil on the face of evil
Forever scourge the human race