Children Of The Underworld - Gloomy Grim

I call you, my Master

King of the Ghouls

Bringer of Pain

Wreakerof Sorrow

Those are the

Children of The Underworld

Bitter Venom of gods

The Great Storms from Below

Those are THEY

I spill the red Water of Life

To the stone struck with a sword

That hath slain eleven men

And hath spreaded Misery and Blood

Know that our years are The Years of WAR

And our days measured as Battles

And every hour is a life lost from

The outside of the Sweet World of Sorrow

Know that our years are The Years of WAR

And our days measured as Battles

And every hour is a life lost from

The outside where every lie is true