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Once again cheating death

What should rest in the ground

Created to serve, spreading fear and corruption

You! who are responsible

Defiling life and death

The joy of it?

Death does not exist! But I'm...

Morose Necromancer

No matter who you were and what were you doing

So in the end you'll serve me

Thy soul shall not know peace

Because I will wield it

Morose Necromancer

Sweet smell of death among the rotting corpses

Which bend under will of my

Delightful shriek damned souls

The other end will not be

You are a meat that is wasted

Until my magic don't take care of you

My innumerable hordes of slaves

Whose souls will never be saved

Condemned by the power of the necromancer