Turn Undead from Calamity by From Dying Suns

your loss is certain
after the heart calcifies
the undeniable anguish will beckon countless lives
grave feeders heed my words

under the spell the corpses dance to my command
unwilling wretches, longing to understand what it
means to be, eternally chained to the dark

groveling minions of the unholy arts of man
godless apostles, find the one who bears the mark of sin

obscene display of blasphemic proportions
the rites of decay

turn undead
bequeath the haunting gift of immortality
to bring the scourge upon the rest

my final incantation laid onto the land
after eons past, the promise of my final resting place
finds in me a new purpose
to fade away, to start the cycle once again

the seal gnawing within
the blight, the verminous death

under the cloudless night the lurking beasts will sacrifice
atone, my kin, for I am everything

come to me and find the reason why you're terrified
can you feel it spreading inside

blessed by the dark, cursed by the light
embrace the blight

obscene display of blasphemic proportions
from pious to heretic

before my last breath is taken away
I yearn to see the suffering I can bestow unto thee
find in me, a new purpose
to fade away, to start again

become my lost shepherd of rot
raise the dead, lead the plague

uphold the rites of heresy

come to me my mortal self
sought to be the herald, lest you find your hollow tomb before
the blight, the vermin, the death

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