Unholy powers of darkness born
Fetid flesh and sinew form
As the warlock silently murmurs a spell
Calling forth a beast from the bowels of hell
Runes of flowing script surround
Written cautiously upon the broken ground
For if one careless stroke is made
His life is forfeit, the debt repaid
Bones and muscle, blood and skin
Mixed in pestle, consumed within
He closes his eyes, and to the life he stole
"Come forth!" He cries out to the damn'ed soul
A scream pierces throughout the catacombs
Echoing shrilly among the ancient stones
It rises horribly from its dusty tomb
Wrapped heavily in its aged gauze cocoon
A creature that lives but yet does not
Was long ago buried and left to rot
But risen by he of a wicked heart
The king of a game he yearns to start
The warlock then commands his slave
To raise out from his unsetteled grave
"The hourglass frees the first grain of sand
And lands into my open hand
Time now doth belong to me
And so, Its time for all to see
The war that will consume the light
Has started here, by me, tonight."