Necromancy

There beneath the gibbous moon,
a shadow standing by a tomb.
With dirt-stained hands and sweat-drenched brow,
fast-beating heart for what starts now.
He's drawn the circle on the ground,
the body's blue from when it drowned.
And as he reads from his tome,
the body moves and starts to groan.

Necromancy!
Where there was life there shall be again.
Necromancy!
Where there was life there shall be again.

His will is strong the horror's deep,
the living corpse starts to shriek.
Lightning strikes and thunder rolls,
he casts a spell - cements his hold.
Then setting off towards the church,
the zombie follows with a lurch.
He knows the world of faith will fall,
before this warlock and his thrall.

Necromancy!
Where there was life there shall be again.
Necromancy!
Where there was life there shall be again.