Necromancer
Witchanger
GENRE In the ancient times, a man is seeking for his plan
He stumbles, draws a breath and sees a book of the undead
"Who's is that?" He says. Seems like a trap
Still he glances through every page, and
Oooo, is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose
They will rise again, and I'll control them
What this book holds in, tells me who I am
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip
Bones, dirt and flesh
Breathe in the smell of death
My army of the dead, the vilest you've ever met
Soon I'm the master and they'll call me the necromancer
Oooo, is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose
They will rise again, and I'll control them
What this book holds in, it tells me who I am
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip
Bones, dirt and flesh
Breathe in the smell of death
He stumbles, draws a breath and sees a book of the undead
"Who's is that?" He says. Seems like a trap
Still he glances through every page, and
Oooo, is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose
They will rise again, and I'll control them
What this book holds in, tells me who I am
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip
Bones, dirt and flesh
Breathe in the smell of death
My army of the dead, the vilest you've ever met
Soon I'm the master and they'll call me the necromancer
Oooo, is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose
They will rise again, and I'll control them
What this book holds in, it tells me who I am
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip
Bones, dirt and flesh
Breathe in the smell of death
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