Dusty bones in age so old.
Burried in ground of icy cold.
Put down through violent war.
Seen by Necromancy from afar.
Skin once gone or rotten,
within memories by all forgotten.
Now again, alive and well.
Bound and bond by darkest spell.
With hollow breath and feelings none.
Come those to life with dead undone.
And in this hope of death betrayed,
Lying underground... they wait...