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We are the graveyard stalkers Skulking around after dark

Freeing the dead from their slumber With our gift of necromantic art

Bodies go missing en masse To where no one can follow our tracks

Bodies stacked and piled prepared for procedural defilement

And use in our most immense task

Forged and refined by my blade Enthralled and reborn into slaves

Their minds are ejected bodies half resurrected To become possessions of mine

Those who have recently died Are soon to be working the shrine

Veneration of, the completion of The Temple of unholy divines

Destroy the meek unravelled like twine The gracious gift of undeath divine

Mutilated corpses rebind This loathsome world will soon be mine

These seraphic gifted visions It’s all become so clear

Who I am and what I must do Take hold of what’s beyond

Towers are built at my behest Unknown to those who are left bereft

Oblivious to our mockery Our perverted requiem

As their pickaxe cuts the slate The flesh will slowly rot away

Where one falls two will replace my carrion hive-mind won’t abate

Their pathetic lives are bartered with my masters

Their souls are traded for powers unblessed

With just my hands and blade I forge another minion

You stand before a god

They burned her body before I could save her She should’ve been returned to me

Now with my legion of atrocities I shall be rid of all this fucking filth humanity

Now take my hand and see through my eyes

It’s the end, the end, the end of all time

Now take my hand and see through the lie

Bring the end, the end, the end of their lives