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She calls things back
Things that should have gone
So far down the track
All the unholy ones
She calls them back

Deep within the night
She weaves her ancient spells
Hidden from our sight
Drawn from the depths of hell
Deep within the night

Necromancer trade
To hear the future told
Creatures half re-made
From silver, pitch and gold
Necromancer trade

She casts them down
When all their use is gone
Puppets at her feet
Crushed dreams they wished upon
She casts them down

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