Long ago the people of this land
Once welcomed a necromancer man,
Weaving sorceries black,
He tempted them, they bowed to his will
The people screamed with joy as hell itself split open
Conjuring forth material greed, first he brought the weak willed to their knees.
Thus gold and blood did mix, and though there was an uproar,
They did not strike him down, instead held out their hands demanding more.
He raised a single hand, beckoned them and drove them mad,
"There is more!" he called them down, stole their souls and dragged them into hell
Awash in gore and coins, the demons consumed empty minds,
They did not waver in their frenzy, filled with bloodlust never-ending.
Superficial, soulless and cold, covet in life, forever rest in hell.
Damned by their wickedness and insatiable greed, t
Hese men and women sold their souls for blood and gold.
Unable to curb their spending, their punishment is their flesh rending,
Boiled alive in a lake of gold, screams for mercy unheard ignored.
The flames now lick their feet, demons craving succulent meat,
Greedily they taste their sins, branded in their skin.
"Now follow me Into hell"
He beckons, and throws you to your knees, the kings have judged you,
And your sin is greed
There is no meaning in selfish greed, take not too many, only what you need.
Do not hoard your wealth nor spend it all care free, neither avaricious nor begging on your knees.
Or spend eternity in fiery wasteland, where only demons can hear you scream.
The Golden flames are dancing, coloured red with blood,
May god have mercy, for the devil has none.