The Rare Lord

The universe is law
This much i know
Of wonders conjured 'neath the magical domes
Through spells of necromancy
He prays to the sign
The light of this king will dance in their minds

The universe is law
Its gyres will turn
As philtres born upon demon altars burn
Through spells of necromancy
Invading their minds
Armies of the night advance at his sign