The Empire

Far away..
At the end of nowhere,
Beyond the horizon,
There lies..
The hellish catacomb.
And at the dawn of Evil,
Lightening stroke the ground,
Thunder rattled, shaking the corpses of atrocity..
And the Necromancer appeared,
Dressed in his black cloak of death,
Black as a murky night,
Filling the air with gloom.
He raised his decayed clawed hand,
Carrying the book of the dead,
And read the spells with a horrible guttural voice.
Then from everywhere..
Creeping like pythons..
The Goblins clustered at his feet.
They faltered humbly..
Showing their slavery..
To the Master of The Dark Side.

And as the wind howled wickedly,
He bellowed furiously..
Ordering them to amok,
To accompany the Cavalry of Torture,
And exhume all the sinners.
Maliciously he laughed and screamed..
Evil must spread..
Pain must rule..
It's the Bloody Era..
Slaughter Innocense,
Shed the blood of Faith,
Bury virtue under the walls of our horrifying catacomb.

And when he finished his callous speech,
The Sun of death arised..
From the Abyss of hatred..
Announcing..
The Empire of the Necromancer.