The Scarlet king

When all is naught but Dust and Blood,
And scarlet soldiers ride
Our once great world reduced to mud,
He comes to claim His brides

The Erikesh have lost their spark,
The Khansmen soon as well,
The urns now fall to endless dark,
The great pearl houses hell.

The black moon howls and wails in fear,
The king of oysters screams,
The child of summer drawing near,
A vanguard for His queens.

With law of concrete, law of blood,
And law of howling, third;
The men of earth shall fall in floods,
As His great prison blurs

The world shall fall to Khnith-h'gor,
The God of Dark Below,
His children's children march to war,
Their eyes a crimson glow.

And on that day, when battle comes
And hellish armies walk,
The Scarlet Khan and his wartime drums,
We'll fall before Kharahk