A crystal imbued with immortal strength
Beckons the dead back, return to mortal ranks
Given a new breath to serve a nefarious lord
The unholy rite of eternal rewards
Necromantic ritual of the damned
Wormwood and incense burn in the cold
Summoned spirits forced back to our realm
As the seed of life succumbs to mold
The rotting mass
Billowing forth, prepared to attack
Flesh worn and cracked
Wailing and weeping, swarming in packs
Ignite the village,
Move on to the bridge, crush all the sentry, more souls to annex
Weary beads shift and blink
Spells of old conjure otherworldly links
Granted life from a once unending slumber
Manic screams in tongues over encumber
The dead draw forth seeking blood
Reanimated from beneath the mud
Great generals fall against unbridled hate
Claw through the gates