Connor J Sheffield

Necromancer

Cold winter
The perfect night
A century of planning
The time is now

Rise
Rise
Rise from your graves
The world shall meet
The end of its days

Rise
Rise
Break open your tombs
Blood shall be spilled
Under the light of the full moon

Centuries of planning
In the darkest depth of my mind
My magic is a blessing
I shall use it curse
To condemn

The dead shall rise
The inanimate shall live
The bodies in the ground
Or the scarecrows in the field
Even your shadows will haunt you

For I am a sorcerer,
With power far greater,
Than any one should possess
But I digress,
Let me tell you who I am,

I am the Necromancer

So, Rise
Rise
Rise from you graves
Its time for this world
To see the end of its days