Verse I
He glides through the door like a shadowed chill,
Eyes like frost and a grin that could kill,
Cloak brushing floors with a whisper of bone,
The Lich King enters, and you’re not alone.
Skulls for buttons, chains for a sash,
He counts out your luck as he sips from his glass,
A bone-rattle laugh, a snap of his hand,
And suddenly nothing stays where you stand.
Chorus
Oh Lich King, Lich King, ruler of night,
With a laugh like a tomb and teeth like a fight,
Raise up your tankards, but mind your breath,
For he drinks in your fear as he flirts with death,
Sing Lich King, Lich King, icy and grand,
To shadows that walk at his command,
If the floor starts to shift or the candles scream,
That’s the Lich King weaving his dream.
Verse II
He deals the cards and the dice obey,
But luck takes a curse when he’s in play,
The goblin whispers, the dwarf takes fright,
A dragonborn shivers at the dead of night.
He’ll toast to the brave, he’ll toast to the bold,
Then leave them with stories that turn ice to gold,
Every coin you hold, every coin you owe,
Is just a part of his sinister show.
Chorus
Oh Lich King, Lich King, master of chill,
With spells in his grasp and a terrible will,
He drinks like a lord, he laughs like a plague,
Every cheer in the room is a heartbeat to take,
Sing Lich King, Lich King, quiet, beware,
His shadow stretches through the tavern air,
If the mirrors break or the ale turns dark,
It’s just his signature, his trademark mark.
Verse III
He’s seen centuries pass with a flick of his hand,
And the bones of the fallen lie neat at his stand,
No enemy lives who’s truly unwise,
For death follows softly behind those eyes.
Yet in the inn, he plays with grace,
A chilling smile across a timeless face,
The adventurers toast, the dice roll high,
But none escape when he winks sly.
Bridge
Now heed this warning when the night grows cold,
And the shadows creep bold as the stories told,
If the Lich King invites you to raise a glass,
Remember the hour and the one who will pass,
He’ll charm, he’ll jest, he’ll spin your fate,
Every choice you make comes a moment too late,
But oh, the thrill, the fear, the delight,
Of drinking with death on a dark-fueled night.
Final Chorus
Oh Lich King, Lich King, toast to the dead,
To the living who fear him and the whispers they spread,
To ale that chills and tales that bite,
To shadows that linger in the fading light,
Sing Lich King, Lich King, cold but divine,
Let the Red Dragon Inn echo his sign,
If tomorrow dawns and you feel the frost cling,
Remember… you dined with the Lich King.
Outro
So lift up your mug, but watch your back,
For bones are listening along the track,
If you wake to the wind and the candles swing,
Don’t be afraid…
The Lich King’s always lingering.
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