There are no bleached skulls,
No crows on dilapidated fences,
No moldering human carcasses, 
None of that stereotypical bullshit here,
Just the overwhelming stench of  
The true darkness that is death,
And the terrifying force of an
Ancient and malefic fear,
And a path that's crystal clear.
The road to Grund!

I can taste the vileness of the shadows
Feel them watching in deep silence
Ghost stalking
Hear the hungry hounds and daemons
Howling
Frothing
Anticipating
A destined releasing
Eons in the making
An epic killing
Eons in the making
Deliberate steps
A sky devoid of sun
On the road to Grund

It's paved with the blood and crushed bones 
The captured souls
Of my enemies
Paved with the blood, scales and hearts  
Of the envious
The pious
The treacherous
I can sense Lucifer
Somewhere cowering
Dreading
An unavoidable “meeting”
Eons in the making
Knowing all too well
The aftermaths of a bounded spell
Uttered by a destroyer
The gifted evildoer
The unprecedented carnage it will swell
From the pits to the skies
As the dragon flies
The reign has begun
On the road to Grund

It's a solitary walk
I stalk
Shrouded in my unnatural black
There is no looking back
None at all
On the road to Grund

There goes…


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