The Lich

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© Dace
Winter Falls upon the town as dusk settles to night
A cold embrace of deaths touch bringing this corpse to life

Tombs are opened as the Lich comes alive
His dark embrace becomes their true vice
An army of corpses wanders through the abyss
Screaming in anguish and searching for blood

This cold touch which embraces me
Moves my hands and shackles my feet
A death once final now rising again
An unquenched thirst for blood

(Please let us in)

You can scream but no one hears
Cry as they feed upon your tears
No longer living but unable to die
Slave to my bidding as they eat you alive

Cold- Darkness- Death- Marches-

Keeper of chains lead us to blood
Feast on their entrails with no memory of
The life I once knew is no longer real
Dine on my family no emotions to feel