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In the realm of shadows, where darkness holds its throne, Sorcerers of the dead, they claim the night their own. With incantations whispered, in tongues of ancient dread, They raise the fallen armies, from the lands of the undead.
In tombs of forgotten kings, where silence lingers still, The sorcerers weave their spells, with a wicked, iron will. Their power grows with every soul, bound to their command, In a symphony of darkness, in this desolate wasteland.
Sorcerers of the dead, their magic black as night, Conjuring the legions, from the other side. With a necromantic fire, in their eyes of crimson red, They reign in blood and bone, these sorcerers of the dead!
In crypts and catacombs, where secrets lie concealed, The necromancers gather, their secrets unrevealed. They dance among the gravestones, beneath the pale moon's gleam, And from the depths of hell, they summon horrors in their dream.
In tombs of forgotten kings, where silence lingers still, The sorcerers weave their spells, with a wicked, iron will. Their power grows with every soul, bound to their command, In a symphony of darkness, in this desolate wasteland.
Sorcerers of the dead, their magic black as night, Conjuring the legions, from the other side. With a necromantic fire, in their eyes of crimson red, They reign in blood and bone, these sorcerers of the dead!
Cursed are those who dare to cross their darkened path, For the sorcerers of the dead hold wrath in their aftermath. In the shadows, they'll hunt you, with spirits by their side, In the name of the unholy, they'll take you for a ride.
Sorcerers of the dead, their magic black as night, Conjuring the legions, from the other side. With a necromantic fire, in their eyes of crimson red, They reign in blood and bone, these sorcerers of the dead!
In the end, they'll conquer all, with death as their decree, The sorcerers of the dead, their power endlessly. In the darkness, they'll persist, until the world has bled, Forever they'll be feared, these sorcerers of the dead!

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In the realm of shadows, where darkness holds its throne, Sorcerers of the dead, they claim the night their own. With incantations whispered, in tongues of ancient dread, They raise the fallen armies, from the lands of the undead.
In tombs of forgotten kings, where silence lingers still, The sorcerers weave their spells, with a wicked, iron will. Their power grows with every soul, bound to their command, In a symphony of darkness, in this desolate wasteland.
Sorcerers of the dead, their magic black as night, Conjuring the legions, from the other side. With a necromantic fire, in their eyes of crimson red, They reign in blood and bone, these sorcerers of the dead!
In crypts and catacombs, where secrets lie concealed, The necromancers gather, their secrets unrevealed. They dance among the gravestones, beneath the pale moon's gleam, And from the depths of hell, they summon horrors in their dream.
In tombs of forgotten kings, where silence lingers still, The sorcerers weave their spells, with a wicked, iron will. Their power grows with every soul, bound to their command, In a symphony of darkness, in this desolate wasteland.
Sorcerers of the dead, their magic black as night, Conjuring the legions, from the other side. With a necromantic fire, in their eyes of crimson red, They reign in blood and bone, these sorcerers of the dead!
Cursed are those who dare to cross their darkened path, For the sorcerers of the dead hold wrath in their aftermath. In the shadows, they'll hunt you, with spirits by their side, In the name of the unholy, they'll take you for a ride.
Sorcerers of the dead, their magic black as night, Conjuring the legions, from the other side. With a necromantic fire, in their eyes of crimson red, They reign in blood and bone, these sorcerers of the dead!
In the end, they'll conquer all, with death as their decree, The sorcerers of the dead, their power endlessly. In the darkness, they'll persist, until the world has bled, Forever they'll be feared, these sorcerers of the dead!