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
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