The Ballad of Gregori Sangrey, He Who Courts Death.

There once was a boy named Gregori Sangrey
Oh oh. The Son of Corpse.
His Mother'd been passed for more than a day.
Oh oh. The son of a Corpse.

The Mortician who cut her found Greogri inside.
Oh oh. A boy born in death.
The Father, dead too, at the side of his bride.
Oh oh. A boy born in death.

The Enbalmer decided to make him his own.
Oh oh. A boy who was cold.
He grew up playing in coffins and tomes.
Oh oh. A boy who was cold.

When age came to find him, he helped with the chores
Oh oh. A boy with the dead.
He cut them and cleaned them behind sacred doors.
Oh oh a boy with the dead.

He learned of the body, both inside and out
Oh oh. A boy in the blood.
He learned of religion. They robbed him of doubt.
Oh oh. A boy in the blood.

The Goddess of Death, like two balancing scales
Oh oh. A boy with a God.
She sends lost souls to rest. These his childhood tales.
Oh oh. A boy with a God.

The boy grew much taller, and wider, and cold.
Oh oh. A boy who had grown.
And the world fell apart. He turned 15 years old.
Oh oh. A boy who had grown.

Strange magic was flowing from deep down within.
Oh oh a boy with a curse.
And that's when his secrets lessons begin.
Oh oh a boy with a curse.

A strange fellow who lived in the morgue's tallest tower
Oh oh a boy with a gift
Would teach him Arcana, in the wee midnight hours
Oh oh a boy with a gift.

The power within him was more than he knew
Oh oh. A boy with a past.
He had no control when his master he slew
Oh oh. A boy with a past.

He had to escape. Redemption he swore.
Oh oh. A boy on the run.
They gave him two silver to fight in the war.
Oh oh. A boy on the run.

The king sent his troops to go train in the field.
Oh oh. A boy in a war.
He learned of the axe, and the sword, and the shield.
Oh oh. A boy in a war.

With his size and cold eyes, what a terrible foe.
Oh oh. A boy with a blade.
And the magic within him, it started to grow.
Oh oh. A boy with a blade.

Out there in the gore battling day after day
Oh oh. A boy on the field
He found inner peace as he started to pray.
Oh oh. A boy on the field.

The Goddess of Death, she still slept in his heart.
Oh oh. A boy with a cause.
And she showed him the magic within him was art.
Oh oh. A boy with a cause.

The war, it was lost. He emerged from the battle.
Oh oh. A boy who had lost.
So he set out on his own as he dawned his God's mantle.
Oh oh. A boy who had lost.

He travels the land, keeping peace with the living.
Oh oh. A man in the world.
And for those who disrupt it, there will be no forgiving.
Oh oh. A man in the world.

And now he is know far and wide by his name.
Oh oh. He Who Courts Death.
They fear his dark judgment and fear his dark flame.
Oh oh. He Who Courts Death.