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In the ancient times, a man is seeking for his plan.
He stumbles, draws a breath and sees a book of the undead.
"Who's is that?" He says. Seems like a trap.
Still he glances through every page, and...

Oooo... is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose.

They will rise again, and I'll control them.
What this book holds in, tells me who I am.
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip.
Bones, dirt and flesh. Breathe in the smell of death.
My army of the dead, the vilest you've ever met.
Soon I'm the master and they'll call me the necromancer.

Oooo... is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose.

They will rise again, and I'll control them.
What this book holds in, it tells me who I am.
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip.
Bones, dirt and flesh. Breathe in the smell of death.

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