His gaze wipe away their smiles

All laughter shall die away
Your Death quickened by his gaze
Grim face foretells your fate
The display of his unspeakable hate

Every living thing must fear
Insidious death doth deliver
The shadow creeps across the realms
into the depths of your souls

For even in the hallowed places
He shall discover the retreated

Reaver of the Souls
Stare into the hearts of cursed ones
Blackened iron helm
See your eyes penetrate into the hearts of the damned

Lord of the Dead
Beckon to the living with thy chill
Blood shall be shed
Beckon to the living with thy gaze

By his black face is all defiled
His Gaze shall wipe away their smiles
To him, all happiness is vile
His Gaze shall wipe away their smiles