In the crypts of filth grim wisp rise
Maggots lurk in the rags that cover the decayed face
In the center of the pit filthy miasma thickens
Those who try to talk end up in the moaning of pain

Oh come closer
So I'll show you the path to be coming strong

So as I open the grimoire
I ain't pure anymore
Tainted by necromancy
Such is the price I pay for glory

The sunset proclaims the make of a clown
Stuck in the cerements his breaths are gone
An ill wind snuffs out the candlelight
Life sapped through the bite

Be it curse or blessing
Like I had any choice

So as I open the grimoire
I ain't pure anymore
Tainted by necromancy
Such is the price I pay for glory

One more tiny thing wizard
is you're bound to win
You get everything you desire for
then you'll learn why time is cruel
Love and hate, good and evil
matters little for the immortal
Your destiny is deteriorating
into nothing but ashes through eternity

So as I open the grimoire
I ain't pure any more
Tainted by necromancy
Such is the price I pay for glory

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