Regent rules over fields of fire
Planes have been conquered and razed
Part the mists to find the one time remaining,
That one last uncivilized place
The place is here and the time is now
and the earth is the pearl that he craves
Flash into existence with his legions of scum,
fierce soldiers he called from the grave
Grab... your gun...
and guard... your home
World... gone dead...
There's no... more government, nations, diplomacy, peace, there is only the master of bone
All hail the Lich King
Boston is first of the cities to go
And the undead sweep west like a plague
Bombers, artillery, infantry, tanks
go to war with the wretched awake
The UN is panicked and countries unite
as it's clear this is man's final stand
Resources pool in a desperate bid
And the focus is atomic command
Can... not fight...
The hordes... of ghouls...
World... gone dead...
So fire... your missiles and rockets and lasers and rail guns, but nothing will shorten his rule
All hail the Lich King
Air strike is called in and payloads are dropped
Mushroom cloud is a fountain of ash
Standing at ground zero, tall and unbroken
He raises his sword and he laughs
Man... has failed...
and earth... glows red
Bomb... sustains...
The king... he feeds on the nuclear fire and chaos and channels it into his world... this world gone dead
