letra de showdown in the crypt of the dead - kobold

climbing down to the lower step
our torches can light the octagonal room:
in the alcoves on every side of the walls
there are glass tombs with living dead
trapped inside that are moving desperately

eyes wide open, a supernatural pain
seems to torment their lost souls

in the bigger alcove there is a smashed statue
but in front a spectral silhouette is standing
with two living dead at his side
we immediatly recognizе him:
the black priest, back from the world of thе dead
is claiming again our souls!
with a frightening sneer, he attacks us
his touch steals the soul and
we instictly understand that normal weapons
are useless
zothen and garandir cast immediatly
all the spells that they still have

let the saint’s sword help us
in this desperate fight

- kobold

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