Overlord

Through the streets of chaos in the city where the

statues scream.

In streets where metal meets metal, the mighty tigers

of pan-tang.

Inhuman screaming statues writhes in agony and pain.

The overlords ride their wagons with proud heads held

high.

I pass the straits of chaos onward to the plains of

glass.

I searched for symbols of evil to open dimensional

gates.

The cult of Slortar, the genius one. To slave and

serve.

Become chaos son.

Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of death

reclaims his throne.

With demonsword in hand and demonguards

by side the theocrat will rule till the end of time.

Opening an alternate timespace where fury and storms

were born,

searching for new demonbreeds to raise hell in glorious

form.

Bound for existence eternal in rings of purest gold.

To show powers to the mortals, raising elemental

storms.

Summoning the travel demon to journey through the

plains.

To fight for what's rightfully ours, guided by Slortar

the old.

The city of the screaming statues belongs to overlord.

The overlord of death.

Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of death

reclaims his throne.

With demonsword in hand and demonguards by side the

theocrat

will rule till the end of time