His chains are rusted, yet reflect lightning,
The manacles hang as limp as his flesh;
The re-animator has rejuvenated the dark soul,
And what was dead 400 years has new breath.
Digging and clawing from the mass grave,
Bones break and reform,
He breaks from the earth, away from his comrades,
Escaping the grasp of the damned swarm.
Betrayed by friends and family,
His kin shared, in the end, the same fate;
Sacrifice...began 400 years in the past,
Tonight, the necromancer has revitalized centuries of hate.
