His shadow cast over you
Revokes freewill
On your knees
Beg and plead
When all is lost
Forsaken one
Turned to dust
Before your free
Cast to sea
His bitter rage
Seething hate
Impertinence
He comes at dusk
A chills in your bones
Restless limbs
He now controls
Once warmed by fire
Now numbed and dull
It's Serpenthelm
He has control.
He comes at dusk to chill your bones
Beneath the stars you have no control
Set adrift in a sea of madness
Your mind touched by serpenthelm
Behind his eyes empty caverns
An abyss so deep
Dawn the armour of the Wretched one
As now he wakes from sleep
Disturbed slumber of a thousand years
Spirit bound no more
Become the avatar of destruction
And prepare for war