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Fast asleep on his throne made from mortal boneIn the crypts lies the No Life KingBut his slumber will break and his carnage he'll takeThe slayer of man thingsWhen the armies of night with his powers uniteAnd the moon is as black as his bloodThen the rivers will boil as the undead they toilAshes where man once stoodSend a plague on the land with a touch of his handSmash the gates of the cities and townsSteal away with their souls to his castle belowWe'll make our last standSo go hide in the sun when the war is begunRun away from the No Life KingFor his armies are vast and his talons are fastHe'll have your blood to drink From Letras Mania