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

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Art used is by johan grenier:
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/Bm...

Lyrics:

From the blackened spires of the Realm of Shyish where the grave-winds howl,
Rises monolith of death built by the hand of undeath, with promise most foul.
Grains of realm-stone dragged in endless lines,
Shades of doom echo through the glass, the ritual draws nigh.

Shockwave tears through the realms and further shall travel,
The silver cords bind the dead, the living meet their final hour.

(Necroquake!)
The Mortal Realms tremble and shake,
(Necroquake!)
The fabrics of reality fracture and break,
From their graves the dead do wake,
The lands of the living they shall take,
The lives of the living they shall take,
In the image of Nagash all shall be remade.

In the heart of calamity the tomb-winds surge,
Cities of men and more consumed in the purge.
Night-haunt spectres rise with screams, legions of death unbound,
The pulse of life extinguished as plain and sacred grounds are drowned.

No bastion stands beyond that tide, no mortal hope undimmed,
When death’s dominion spills across the realms, the mortal world grows grim.

(Necroquake!)
The Mortal Realms tremble and shake,
(Necroquake!)
The fabrics of reality fracture and break,
From their graves the dead do wake,
The lands of the living they shall take,
The lives of the living they shall take,
In the image of Nagash all shall be remade.

Rise, O bonereapers from your crypts of sorrow,
March in shadows borne on winds of the dread tomorrow.
Let the glassy monolith of Shyish’s centre swell,
As the rust-fruit of the dead becomes their mortal shell.

The realm of Death inverted, the polarity undone,
Where once the edges held the power now doth the centre-sun,
Of Shyish drags all hope into that obsidian core,
And Nagash’s will becomes the law, his dark reign evermore.

(Necroquake!)
The Mortal Realms tremble and shake,
(Necroquake!)
The fabrics of reality fracture and break,
From their graves the dead do wake,
The lands of the living they shall take,
The lives of the living they shall take,
In the image of Nagash all shall be remade.

Hear the endless dirge of the fallen, their voices as the gale,
In the wake of the Necroquake all the living doth pale.
Bow before the Death-God’s empire, let the ages be unmade,
For in the winds of the quake the mortal world shall fade.