In life the battle burns hot with spraying and frightened eyes
That see the callous hand of death which brings dead bodies, worms and flies
Then rides that black cloak wizard after then frenzied fray
He sees the mangled bodies, he finds the murderous brave
To ressurect their fighting spirits and enliven undead swordarms
Out on the warfield he builds his swarms

May death be ye bride!

Posthumous shall I misguide!

Retrieved from your death again to live
Brought back from your last breath
When worldly fates and what awaits
Are gauged the spells may still negate

May you embrace my rule!
Undead you serve me bereft the choice
Heard are my words arcane

I'm building an army! These, the recycled dead
The strongest are chosen, to my triumph be led!

I decide who lives and who shall die
Buried or not, a chance you may survive
Gnarl and writhe for me, the grandest of the lichlords!

Guider of graves
I am Velsharoon!

In evil hearts lies reason
In genius minds lay wicked vice
And all may crave that grim obsession
Power absolute
Cold means to gain

Gnarl and writhe for me
The one they call The Vaunted
Undeath is a maze
I am the skeleton key