March of the Dark Lord (Slowed)

I rise from the depths where shadows scream

A crown of madness, a twisted dream

The world shall kneel beneath my name

For I am the fire, the frost, the flame

Hear the march, the drums that pound

From cursed soil to the battleground

The earth splits open, the heavens drown

In my reign of ash, where no light is found

Behold the dark, where the brave collapse

Where the winds sing dirges, where the stars relapse

I tread on ruins, on bones and scraps

The world is my canvas, torn by cracks

My legions rise, they shatter the stone

Their chants resound in a guttural tone

Chains of frost and rivers of bone

I am the lord, the tyrant enthroned

The storms obey, the skies turn black

The sun retreats, the stars attack

I speak, and time itself pulls back

A god unchained, no mortal track

From the ashes, I was born, a blade of despair

My breath turns cities to dust, a poison in the air

My army shreds the heavens, no mortal can compare

We march upon the living, a nightmare laid bare

Every scream is music, every tear a feast

I rule over chaos, a god, a beast

Through deserts of silence, to the shadowed east

I am the torment that will never cease

The ground shakes loud, my legions roar

Their blades sing hunger, they thirst for war

The gates of the living are torn and scored

The final breath of a world ignored

I stride through the flames, untouched, immune

My shadow devours the bloodied moon

I am the hymn of the earth's last tune

The harbinger rising, a godly ruin

Behold the end, the final refrain

Where light dissolves and none remain

The stars dissolve in the endless wane

A throne of silence is all I claim

The skies collapse with a mournful cry

As worlds fall beneath my eye

Yet in this void, I still deny

The peace of sleep; I will not die

Raise the banners, let the trumpets call

From the lowest pit to the highest hall

Let the heavens crumble, let the kingdoms fall

This is my dominion, I consume it all

I am the storm, the eternal tide

The curse unending where hope has died

The frost on your lips, the fire inside

The chaos eternal, the end personified

Beneath my feet, the earth does wail

Through the endless night, my legions sail

A crown of thorns, a throne of pale

I carve through the world with a shadowed trail

Through the ash and flame, I rise, I reign

The winds cry madness, the earth feels pain

A god unyielding, no soul remains

The march of the dark lord forever sustained

Beneath my feet, the earth does wail

Through the endless night, my legions sail

A crown of thorns, a throne of pale

I carve through the world with a shadowed trail

Through the ash and flame, I rise, I reign

The winds cry madness, the earth feels pain

A god unyielding, no soul remains

The march of the dark lord forever sustained