The Soul Wars - A Warhammer Age of Sigmar Song | Grand Alliance Death

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Art used is by Igor Sid:
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/PPdx8

Lyrics:

Beneath the ashen amethyst skies, in Shyish’s hallowed shade,
The god of death asserts his verdict o’er the souls betrayed.
Souls that wander uncollected, torn from light and night,
Bound by ancient pacts and theft, the legions join the fight.
Mortals, spirits, gods alike—none may evade his claim,
The dead rise through the realms, all in Nagash's name.

No peace behind the gates of life, no solace in the graves,
When death demands its due, no tyrant shall it save.

The Soul Wars—clash of gods and ghosts, the reckoning that came,
When Death reaches forth its icy hand to seize each stolen name.
The Soul Wars—in the hollow heart, where fates of realms entwine,
Between the forge of Sigmar’s light and Nagash’s dark design.

(The Soul Wars!)

(The Soul Wars!)

The spectral hosts parade through night, mourners and malice both,
Mortarch’s lament, the Dirges ring, as Nagash claims his oath.
Light of Heavens, Flame of Life, the realms begin to waver,
Balance tipped, the void revives, what once was sealed returns to favor.
He calls the lost, He calls the severed, all whispers turn to screams,
As the veil between the realms is sundered at its very seams.

By bone and brand, by crypt and chapel, by something lost to time,
There echoes now across the realms the spectral, ancient rhyme.

The Soul Wars—clash of gods and ghosts, the reckoning that came,
When Death reaches forth its icy hand to seize each stolen name.
The Soul Wars—in the hollow heart, where fates of realms entwine,
Between the forge of Sigmar’s light and Nagash’s dark design.

(The Soul Wars!)

(The Soul Wars!)

They speak of returning heroes, fallen lights reborn,
Yet where is justice if the soul was stolen from where it doth belong?
I am owed the witness of all that’s ceased,
For I hold the graves, the prayers, and the whispers unreleased.

Order’s forge, Mortals’ tears, shadows sewn across the years,
Death’s tribunal, soul’s despair—who shall rise, and who shall bear,
Who shall triumph and who shall be master over the fallen names?

The Soul Wars—clash of gods and ghosts, the reckoning that came,
When Death reaches forth its icy hand to seize each stolen name.
The Soul Wars—in the hollow heart, where fates of realms entwine,
Between the forge of Sigmar’s light and Nagash’s dark design.

(The Soul Wars!)

(The Soul Wars!)

The Soul Wars—the endless night, the broken dawn,
A claim for every whispered soul, a claim not yet withdrawn.

(The Soul Wars!)