The Necromancer

A lone figure bends over his work bench

Chanting some word strange to mortal men

An arm here a leg here

Soon his army will rise

The lands will run red with blood

The called him a heretic they called him mad

He will be the one to show them what true power is

His army feels no pain they fell nothing at all

They have cast off there mortal coil long ago.

He brings the bones back to life to do his will.

The army he now commands marches into the night.

Just the sound of bone scraping against stone

The necromancer’s time is nigh

Fear his army of bones for it’s time for you to die