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In Distant lands

Far Beyond the barren lands

‘neath the shaded hand

And ancestral remains

In the crypt of anguish

Bone meal and dust

All heroes vanquished

Their armor rusts

Necrotic ghouls, the sorcerer’s tools

His ancient treasure, blasphemic aggressor

 Darkness and hate, don’t you know it’s too late

The stars turn to black, necromancer’s attack

Heeds not high priest

For holy words

He will summon the dead

Dark battle lord

The warriors once great

He’ll animate and enslave

His Army of hate

From Beyond the Grave

Chorus