Remstery

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(US) Tichondrius

Troll Frost Death Knight

Standing alone, abreast his Steed

Giving orders, shouting commands with speed

Watching his hordes destroy, enjoy, annihilate

Desperation, annihilation all he can do is obliterate

Face rotting and dying, hidden behind his helmet

Straying from your view, soon he'll tire and sit

With his sword placed in his holster for a quick grab

With a quick snatch he swings and chops and ends in a stab

Watches you slowly, the life leaving your eyes

To stay alive you struggle, he denies

Laughs as you die, slowly, painfully, over, your dead

Quickly he chants his words, slowly he looks, lifts your head

Chanting slowly casting his magic, gives you life

Now you’re his servant, no struggling no strife

Slowly you turn and walk away

Join the ranks of his armies today

Men with no flesh, bones all shown

If only before you would have known

Now you’re dead, you have no choice, his command you must follow

Your throat cut open, no food for you, you can't swallow

Sends you to do his biding, a sword you pick up and wield

You soon realise your missing a tool, your shield

Looking around slowly as to not miss

Searching, looking you find a snake, hissss

Cut up the snake; continue your search

See a glimmer it's your shield on the perch

Quickly grab it up hold it at stance

Not dying again, not taking a chance

Limping slowly across the war-torn land

Soon you see the humans, all together in a band

The battle begins; soon they are all dead

The knight marches, holding them all by the head

Chanting his magic, giving them all life

To his armies they join, formation of the knife

Now you know just what it's like

It's just like riding a bike

Once you learn you can never forget

Your heart is cold, and wet

This is the life of the death knight

You follow him for one whole night

Trying to learn his ways

You realize it will take days

In what ways?

No ways

It's not possible, not for you

You try, he says no; you ask, he glares

Your persistence forces him to finish you

Use your life, makes you burn, now you’re a flare

His long sword of bone;

Stronger than any stone;

Longer than most have shown;

But sharper than any known;

Skilful with his tool he is;

Showing that life is truly his;

Raising the dead, the lifeless Bodies;

That will destroy the humans and their hobbies;

The mounds of rotting, dying flesh mounted high atop his horse;

His voice is cold, hellish, and cuts to the soul, people say it’s coarse;

His un-dead minions destroy and kill;

The human blood they will surely spill;

The earth in turmoil;

The living flesh will spoil;

The life sucked from the living;

Eternal life, he will keep giving;