Lord Foog is a god

Kings tremble at his name

His crown forged in fire and flame

Fur like needles white as snow

His eyes, gateways into the deepest pits of hell

 

Lord Foog knows no mercy

Only sparing the worthy, who step in his path despite all odds

Entire kingdoms, vanished from history like a grain of sand in a desert

His wrath will not soon be forgotten

 

Ashes rain down upon his enemies

Armies and great legends cut down with ease

Innocent lives snuffed out, littering the streets in droves

Once proud guards, displayed like showpieces