The chant of the ghoul caller opens the crypts Stone lids now shift and grind Fetid air escapes Fleshless fingers brace crumbling edges To propel forth their bodies of rot What purpose have they returned? To what bidding do they serve? Ravenous lust for flesh smothers the trace humanity that exists behind their blank, putrefying eyes Plunder and devour the remnants of the dead Murder and eat credulous living Succumbed to the will of sorcery, An unwavering mob of decay Conscience holds no power to magic Nothing can stop it This wretched banquet A morbid feast Abhorrent undead forced to roam under the spell of necromancy