In the valleys of old,
When the green mountain's gold,
Was still unfound and lay.
Obscenous vampires,
And dragons of fire,
Evil's glorious days.

A necromancer, grim,
As one ever has been,
Would make men suffer and plead.
He controlled all the lands,
His grip was immense,
Nagash Hellscream!

Twice into the fire,
And twice out alive,
Of Hell's raging inferno.
He faced demons untold,
Magic fills up his bones,
Crushed 'em all easily.

A horrid deformation,
Of what once was man,
For loyal to Leviathar is he.
His eyes can see no more,
Yet he sees all,
His armies of relentless ghouls.

A necromancer, grim,
As one ever has been,
Would make men suffer and plead.
He controlled all the lands,
His grip was immense,
Nagash Hellscream!

In the valleys of old,
When the green mountain's gold,
Was still unfound and lay.
Obscenous vampires,
And dragons of fire,
Evil's glorious days.