FRAZETTA MOON
V1
Night as black as coal, gale cuts to the bone
Forest makes to devour your soul, Your fevered mind not your own,
Run through this wakemare, Body purges it’s fear
Bare your soul to your stalker, await the embrace of the nightwalker

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See it suddenly, flaming face of death
Axe raised high take your last breath, killing arc descends, ends in your chest
Nothing says doom like a Frazetta Moon

V2
Wading through filth, Jungle drains will and breath
White witch lays ahead as does enslavement and death
Great guardian rises from the blood and pitch
Serpentine protector of this evil bitch

Ch

Ch
See it suddenly, flaming face of death
Axe raised high take your last breath, killing arc descends, ends in your chest
Nothing says doom like a Frazetta Moon x4
Nothing says doom like a bleeding axe wound

Spoken
He stands astride a hill of cadavers
The warrior is at home
The Death Dealer
Blood soaked weapon and courtesan at his side
He is the redeemer of souls
A Vista of Death and Power
A Vision of a man … made God

Bridge
Imposing silhouette of man and horse
Or beast of both
Aura of death and war
Axe or eyes – what to fear the most
Deathstalker – White Ember stare
Slaying all who go there.

Horned incarnation – Spreading Death

Ch
V3
The temple of the snake or the wizards lair
Beast and demons all, end is always near
One man stands tall, blood it flows like fear
As gutted and vanquished fall and flesh and bone tear
Nothing says doom like a Frazetta Moon x 3