Your Masters Beckon

By: Haloshire Posted on: July 31, 2016

Dance, oh adventurers on undead strings.
Sharpen your blades in hope of what it brings.
Build them their war camps, grant them everything.
But don't complain when your dirges we sing.

Genuflect puppets, your masters beckon.
Bow down and serve them. You cannot reckon
With undisclosed plans of those who would be
Masters of undeath, the world's enemies.

What can one expect from those without life
Other than rewards of e'erlasting strife?
Don't be our doom as their plans will unfurl
And bring their ruin out from the underworld.

Genuflect puppets, your masters beckon.
Bow down and serve them. You cannot reckon
With undisclosed plans of those who would be
Masters of undeath, the world's enemies.

What greed drives you to forget their ill deeds?
Do you forgive when opportunity
Presents itself with with a poorly made mask?
You reap what you sow. You'll get what you ask!

Genuflect puppets, your masters beckon.
Bow down and serve them. You cannot reckon
With undisclosed plans of those who would be
Masters of undeath, the world's enemies.

So slaughter each other at their foul behest!
Dig yourself graves for when you need to rest.
When the smoke clears and the crows have their fill
Take care that you still retain your free will!

Genuflect puppets, your masters beckon.
Bow down and serve them. You cannot reckon
With undisclosed plans of those who would be
Masters of undeath, the world's enemies.