Vials of Wrath (Liege Lord)

Atop black sooted mountain lurks their wanted man No one dares to scale it's height but now they forge their plans Fools beware it's the source for man's betrayal Fools excuse for taming evil Untired by tyranny the recluse has broken free fools game he awaits Closer and then some they're guided by lit torch Innocence has blinded the recluse must now scorch Fools beware one man's practice breaks them down Feel the fire from the ground Frantic climbers escape tonight recluse broke them down in their fright Fools you beware or tread real light in his eyes you're a horrid sight Fools beware it's the source for man's betrayal Fools excuse for taming evil