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TRANSCEND THE RELUCTANT FEELING

I RISE INTO THE SHADOWED LANDS

IN THE HOUR OF PERFECTION, HEALING

ITS ESSENCE PURE AND BLACK HEREIN

I BELONG HERE, MEANT TO BE

THEY SING FOR ME

IN DARKEST DREAMS I COULD FORESEE

AMONGST THE WEEPING

TERROR RISES, EVER WATCHING

BY BREAK OF DAWN WE STRIKE AS ONE

NEVER CLOSE YOUR EYES

NEVER LOOK AWAY

RISING FROM GROUND BEHIND YOU

CAREFULLY, INSTINCTIVELY

NEVER STIR THE WATERS

NEVER MAKE A SOUND BECAUSE

THIS IS THE NIGHT OF THE NECROMANCER

THIS IS THE NIGHT OF THE DEAD

SPIRITLESS IN NOTHINGNESS

JAWS OF DEATH SET YOU FREE

CLAIMS YOUR LIFE

PIERCING PAIN, BURNING FLESH

PILING BONES INTO GRAVES

STRIP YOU DOWN

PROCREATE THE STORMING DEAD

INTO WAR, SPITTING FORTH

JOIN THE DEAD

WITH THE POWER FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE

WE SHALL AVENGE OURSELVES

NEVER CLOSE YOUR EYES

NEVER LOOK AWAY

RISING FROM GROUND BEHIND YOU

CAREFULLY, INSTINCTIVELY

NEVER STIR THE WATERS

NEVER MAKE A SOUND BECAUSE

THIS IS THE NIGHT OF THE NECROMANCER

THIS IS THE NIGHT OF THE DEAD