Beyond the deep dark woods, through the trees and the mist
Lies a barren swamp, by death it had been kissed
The smell of rotting corpses, smothers the air
A figure as old as time, gives me a haunting glare
Whispers in the shadows, of a figure so vile and old
Revealed the necromancer, with powers so dark and so cold
In the barren swamp, where the monsters creep
The necromancer raises the dead from their sleep
Ghoulish creatures, rise from the depths
Corpses come to life from where they slept
Beneath the moon's pale, spectral glow
Ghouls and goblins creep where the shadows grow
Will-o'-the-wisps they danced and play
Guided by the necromancer's sway
For in the depths of the barren swamp, where the evil does dwell
The plague of the necromancer casts his last spell
In the swamp, where the monsters creep
The necromancer raises the dead from their sleep
Ghoulish creatures, rise from the depths
Corpses come to life from where they slept
In the swamp, where the monsters creep
The necromancer raises the dead from their sleep
Ghoulish creatures, rise from the depths
Corpses come to life from where they slept