The Cauldron Born

A crumbling castle sits Devoid of time and place Banners of long forgotten wars Fly tattered on its face And now I find myself imprisoned Living among the dead Cold winds of magic The horned one is seeking the cauldron born Catacombs and ancient crypts Halls without an end The light of day cannot pierce these walls All hope buried in this pit And now I find myself imprisoned Living among the dead Cold winds of magic are blowing again Freezing the souls in all of us Born upon the earth from a crucible of molten steel Give life to my servants, my unholy will shall be Born upon the earth from a crucible of molten steel Give life to my servants, my unholy will shall be done I’m not a man of evil, I’m just claiming my rightful place Power is there for those who seek it Weakness is a chosen disgrace I call upon my deathless legions I, who have conquered death The warriors of centuries past are now once again drawing breath Hail undeath He stands upon the precipice Open wide the gate To satisfy the hunger of the cauldron Will be our fate And still I find myself imprisoned How long have I been dead? Cold winds of magic are blowing again Now they reign victorious Born upon the earth from a crucible of molten steel Give life to my servants, my unholy will shall be Born upon the earth from a crucible of molten steel Give life to my servants, my unholy will shall be done