In the darkness of the bog, a god awakes,
The Scarab God, from slumber it breaks.
Zombies rise, under its command they stand,
In Undeath's grip, ruled by its hand.

A commander of the undead, master of the swarm,
In its wake, the enemies will be torn.
Lurking in the shadows, a deity's call,
The Scarab God shall rise and all shall fall.

From Cabal Coffers to the sunken deep,
Its power over death, an eternal keep.
A legacy of zombies, a kingdom of decay,
The Scarab God leads them, to forever stay.

Through crypts and catacombs, its influence extends,
In each undead heart, its power transcends.
Under moonlit skies and in the darkest night,
The Scarab God reigns, in eternal blight.