Into The Depths

The mist lies heavy on the heaving bosom of the sea
And through the murky depths, her monstrous children stare at me
So we strike our oars through the yawning abyss, unable to tell
What fate awaits us on the isle ahead
What hope can be found in the mouth of hell.

We reach Su'Lychh
Ocean tomb of heroes dead
Seeking their aid
May they rise from stony beds.

We're beset by ghastly warriors in the halls of rot
Sent to test our mettle, in this place steel matters not
But we breach the inner sanctum, where on an oaken throne
Sits the paragon of an ancient line
Clutching his sword with hands of bone.

“The dead take no orders from men who yet breathe
How dear is your conquest?” the wight croaks to me
With sword raised, alone
I charge the old throne
With a smile on my face I rain steel upon bone.

We battle long and gloriously, ‘til by my own accord
I take the knee in honor and my neck meets his sword
And lo, throughout that sunken hall, as I meet my end
Appears a grim and rotten host
Vast and eager to defend.

The dead take no orders from men who yet breathe
“Your spirit proves strong, in death you shall lead
The legions of bone
No longer alone
Arise from the depths and reclaim your throne”.