Arcana (Of the Lich Queen)

By the blackened dawn of balefire The imperial necropolis tower Guarded by ancient wraiths and specters; Infused, I focus my power. The chemistries of eternal flesh Dark runes etched upon the bones Mortality shed as vestigial skin I have forged my own fate and throne. (1): Rise, and serve your Queen! Cast minds aside, and lend might to the machine The arcane promise of potence Let the stygian assembly commence. The destiny of my forbears Those born of charnel bloodlines To craft the plagues of death and conquest... The privilege is mine. I have heard the call of the arcana Forbidden by cowards and the weak Dread visions have led me through catacombs To master the deathless technique My flesh despoiled and armored Tattered tendrils and wires, my raiments The apocalypse at my fingertips I set forth to make my ascent. (2): Rise and serve your Queen! Cast freedom aside and lend might to the machine The arcane visions of warfare The Lich Queen's doctrine declared. Seize the knowledge of artifice and sorcery Carve the pathway to progress in plagues Ignite siege engines with blood and alchemy Crush souls upon the anvils; prepare to invade!