I Stand Tall Amongst The Ancient Tombs  Reveling In Their Long Dead Knowledge  Breathing Deeply Of The Putrescence  I Feel At One With The Elder Spirits  That Haunt The Dreary Place  Flowing Cascades Of Deathly Might  Swarm Within My Mortal Frame  Transforming My Once Human Visage  Into A Ghastly Vision Of Corruption And Decay  Knowledge Garnered From The Long Dead  Aids In My Descent To The Halls Of Death  I, The Lord Of Death,  Adorned In Hideous Trappings  With Dominion Over All  The Twisted Ruler Of An Infinite Kingdom  Enshrouded In Necromantical Fog  Amidst The Ghouls I Dwell  In A Realm Of Marble And Soil  My Loyal Subjects Lie In Wait  Of The Day That I Shall Rise From My Throne  And Conquer The World With Plague    Lyrics: Synvorlath, Lord Of The Ancient Moon & Ixithra, Lord Of The Sylvan Shadows