Sent from Kingdom to slay the living, spread the war.
Apocalypse, only murder—not one could flee.

Lifeless; no remorse; destruction spread shore to shore.
Howls—screams filled the night, fearful sounds of banshee.

Lay down my staff while the demons danced with the dead.
I realized there would never be sorrow or guilt.

Foreboding fate 'tis tied to never ending dread.
And bodies lay skewered through, from blade to hilt.

War is an evil thing, and never will I rest.
On a red steed, sword held high, I come for you all.

Enclouded sun and a crimson moon, neverending quest.
Slay the living, wake the dead, you I will enthrall.

A necromancers job,
Is never complete.

War will ride,
Forever repeat.