The Devil In Iron

Many years ago you had risen

from the darkest abyss of hell.

Mighty demon, to become a Lord of Dagonand rule.

Your spirit was so strong for any shell or husk,

that you had chosen a body made of stone.

Gigantic and invincible you were, God of the ancient world.

Your name was Khozatral Hel,

known as The Devil In Iron!

You built the ancient city of Dragon,

where you ruled people, where your priests made bloody human sacrifices,

killed barbarians in your name, cut to slices.

Colossus of iron and steel, body of stone,

In one day your empire has gone,

Turned into dust on your eyes.

The Devil In iron! Your city has fallen as the barbarians rose to end your rule. With the power of the dagger's blade made of a fallen star, they overthrow your power and might in one night! Their priest made the knife of the meteorite, the heart of a fallen star.

Khozatral Hel, The Devil In Iron!

Fallen, forsaken and forgotten.