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The chant of the ghoul caller opens the crypts

Stone lids now shift and grind

Fetid air escapes

Fleshless fingers brace crumbling edges

To propel forth their bodies of rot

What purpose have they returned?

To what bidding do they serve?

Ravenous lust for flesh smothers the trace humanity that exists behind their blank, putrefying eyes

Plunder and devour the remnants of the dead

Murder and eat credulous living

Succumbed to the will of sorcery,

An unwavering mob of decay

Conscience holds no power to magic

Nothing can stop it

This wretched banquet

A morbid feast

Abhorrent undead forced to roam under the spell of necromancy