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Author: shoshodem
Fiction Rated: K - English - Fantasy/Poetry - Published: 07-03-07 - Updated: 07-03-07 - Complete - id:2385347

Darkness all around as the necromancers picks a grave

He searches for a particular tomb, looking for a name

Raises his staff up in the air

The ground shivers and quakes as he enters the lair

He opens up the tomb and starts chanting a spell

With that done a demon rises from hell

Expands his wings wide open for all to see

As hundreds of bats fly from his reach

The one he searches for is finally revealed

As he raises his staff for he knows what soul to steal

With one spell to many the graveyard explodes

Hundreds of souls break out of their coffins

Where they came from either heaven or hell

God only knows!

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

The corpses all gather around

While the others rise from the ground

No savior to be found

But the one in front them yelling loud

Shouting commands and giving orders

The necromancer is getting older

An army he seeks to carry out his deeds

Your mind you no longer have in this body

You’re his new recruited

Don’t worry and don’t you fret

I’m sure when he’s done your soul can rest

But for now your are his property

For necromancer never gives up his gold

And his army

For they’re necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

No where to hide

No where to run

For his army will find you

And everyone

Hell is unleash for the time being

No one can stop him

For he is all knowing

The necromancer’s goal is this

If you get in his way

He’ll be pissed

So you better go and get off this world

For you soon you’ll know terror

That’s for sure

The necromancer isn’t a god fearing person

Learning of the dark arts is a dangerous mission

Most die before the intermission

Though he is one born out of legend

He is a god of all deathly possessions

No one can stop him

No one can stand a chance

You're better off dead

So you can join him under his command

All the newly departed beware

If he finds your grave yard,

You’ll soon get your share

Of all the gold and all the power

That he offers you

In his tower

Beneath the earth

Under the crust

He plots and he plans

Souls to get he must

Build up an army is their desire

To take part in a neutral struggle

Between heaven and hell

The necromancers will be ringing the bell

After it’s all done

He’ll have plenty of souls to sell

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!

Necromancer’s gold!



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