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#dungeonsanddragons #dungeonsanddragons5e #dnd #dnd5e #forgottenrealms #dndmonsters #lich #undead #dragon #blackdragon #dndmusic #aimusic Lyrics: In Dolblunde’s halls of hollow stone, Where gnome-forged tunnels twist and groan, The Creeping Doom lays down his claim, A whisper first, then death and pain. A wound unhealed upon his side, A mark no living wyrm could survive; Yet still he stirs in bone and gloom— Daurgothoth, the Creeping Doom. He rises from the deep dark night, Old magic burning cold and bright. A dracolich, with eyes that gleam— A sorcerer wyrm with an unholy dream. The world will break, or bow down soon, To Daurgothoth, the Creeping Doom. I shed my flesh for power’s breath, I chose the path of willing death. Not shackled by the Cult’s command— I slew the fool who laid the plan. They dream of dragons bound in chains, I seek the life beyond remains: A brood of living bone and might, Born from shadow and deathly blight. I carved my lair by spell and claw, My watchers strike with tooth and maw. Stone golems kneel; the giants rise— My sentinels with empty eyes. Let archmages peer through veils of sight; I hunger still for higher might. No Weave undone can seal my tomb— For I am Daurgothoth, the Creeping Doom. He rises from the deep dark night, Old magic burning cold and bright. A dracolich, with eyes that gleam— A sorcerer wyrm with an unholy dream. The world will break, or bow down soon, To Daurgothoth, the Creeping Doom. His webs ensnare the proud and brave— Few know the master they obey. Yet rumors drift through tavern rooms: A whisper of the Creeping Doom. I feel the Weave rebuild, renew; I return from silence born anew. Mystra watches, but does not sway— For magic grows by those who stray. Each spell a shard of my own heart, A mate not born but built by art. One day my kind will blot the moon— The legacy of the Creeping Doom. I rise from the deep dark night, Old magic burning cold and bright. I sing of power, wrought in bone— The world remade as mine own. All of Faerûn shivers at the tune, Of Daurgothoth, the Creeping Doom.