Hazy mist, loomed thro’ the aphotic night
As the ghouls commence to arise from grey tombs-
A world of incantations, brought to life,
Under the haunting, ominous crimson moon—
A ghastly eeriness roamed, as the unfortunate souls arose
And fear fell upon the wretched, barren land-
Whilst the tormented corpses walked the earth once more,
By the necromancer’s murderous, beguiling hand—
Cantillated tongues and verses hath fallen upon deaf ears
As skeletons rise to dance and sing at thy command-
For he who leads, with thy everlasting magical scythe
Basks in his glory, as the rising skeletons expand—
Hooded cloaks, and forsaken bones,
Lurking in the darken'd shadows of death-
Forsaken souls, aghast at what is lain beneath,
Perceiving, thy final putrid breath—
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