Spades and mattock's ready boys, it's diggin' time,
The night is young, the moon is red and there's work to be done,
500 years of devils will, scarred on our faces,
Unholy folk, unholy times in these ungodly places.

Many dig up the freshly dead, in the name of progress,
For our riches we fill our bags with bones of witches,
Eternal life was granted us, The necromancers kiss,
Our servitude fends off the abyss

A curse upon your kin, all those who dare to touch us,
Death to all of those who interfere,
For eternal life and service, we dig the earth and stone
The necromancer's naught without her bones

The price of our obedience, is not within your means,
With demon darkness we conspire, to save us from hellfire,
A life of sin, our souls condemned, centuries ago,
We offer bones to spare us from below

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