Obsidian Aspect Bone Spirit
Their skin removed from flesh, flesh torn from the bone.
We're punished for their crimes against the human race.
Once thought the bones lay still.
In solitude and death.
The battle wasteland, ruins, is where they were
condemned.
Their lost souls now awoken, the bones have come to life.
Finding weapons and seeking, all those wronged them.
Slaughtering everyone, that comes within their path.
Slowly becoming stronger, with every life they take.
A rising force of unstoppable evil.
A bloody trail of flesh and skin.
Extreme pain that's forever Bone Spirit.
Tens of thousands lay dead, the victims of the bones.
The evil reign of terror, now controls the world.
Humanity enslaved, bred for sacrifice.
The evil lords will feed on, the remains of mankind.