The Necromancer

These are the eyes
They see to the end
They rest upon corpses of forgotten men
These are the hands
They lay on the dead
They find living pulses in decaying flesh

I am the lord of the living passed
Denying these spirits their eternal rest
I as the king of a race of undead
Will be the one left standing

The death winds, they moan
Unfettered and blind
They cut through the body yet still spare the mind
The mind I control
The mind I enslave
The mind that, once mine, yields the power I crave

I am the keeper of vows unsaid
Collecting my dues from my serfs of undeath
I, animator and giver of breath
Will be the one left standing

With power restored
And armies amassed
My gods will approve of my task
They rise once again
With me at the helm
And glory is mine to be grasped
When they see my work
Will they not be pleased?
With all of the world at their feet
The chaos will reign
Please hear my appeal
For I am the necromancer!