Putrefied remains, of an exhumed corpse
Given life again, through the rituals
The bodies sewn, with the silver threads
Resurrection rites, to raise the dead
Undead, they walk,
On flesh they feed
On life they stalk...
On humans feed
Forever walk, forever slaves
These undead legions, to do my bidding
And now they feed...
Preying on men...
To eat their flesh...
And rise again!
Raise the dead, by my own hands
To end this world, with the risen dead
Necromancer's spells, that I have read
Taken from this book, bound in human flesh
Undead, they walk,
On flesh they feed
On life they stalk...
On humans feed