You are lost wandering, through the dungeons of destiny
The guiding spells of light, is welcomed by a devilry
The freezing cold air caresses the blood from your wounds
You've traveled so far just to find the mysterious runes
The foolish one you are, placing your hand upon the stone
These visions of your death, are beginning to chill your bones
And thus he appears, forming as a crimson specter
Rising up before you, the mad spirit cites the words
I am the master, I am the deceiver, I am the keeper of fate
I am the savior, I am the killer, I am the ruler of death
You shall now kneel before the master of the ancient tombs
I will lead you, deceive you and follow you to your doom
I'm a spectral being you granted a return to this realm
I offer you mercy, if you pledge to me your sword and helm
So gaze your weary eyes upon this bloodied altar of mine
And you will be welcomed by the silver sands of time
The hand trembling gripping your blade has no power over me
But face my magick as the slain warrior you were born to be
And so your blood has been spilled
