Wordless one rise from the dead
Reject your peace, embrace instead
Conflict that came before you died
And reap a crop of regicide
This is not what you wanted
This is what you need
You cannot turn back time
So be reborn and stand by me
To corrupt Kings his confidence betrayed
For his heresy his tongue they did take
Forever exiled and no longer sane
Unto Ang Ul-Mak his wretched life he gave
With his wife and child he haunted a green domain
Sworn to the singer of the seasons and the seamstress of the rains
Of this silent spiritualist now all that remains
Is the unnatural unliving of a soul gone insane
Such is the course of life
To have no lasting peace
As his own washed away
On tides of agony
And when mortal Kings
Claim divinity
Those who speak in protest
Are silenced unmercifully
Resurrect, reclaim
Therod king of pain
War will mend your grief
Fallen soul warchief
Therod raised his voice against the king
He would suffer for this blasphemy
His family was tortured
Killed by brutal hands
Tongue cut out as ordered
Exiled to the sands
But across the desert he felt the presence of something greater
Three intrusive spirits and a dark and horned savior
To partake in their putrid power of his life he made an offer
Restored by his hatred and the promise of vengeful slaughter