In the distance the earth shakes, a necromancer on
wicked quest. Undead, devouring all in their path,
sound the alarm get ready fast!
Unholy armies marched under blackened skies, the
horde lurches ever forward. Few will stay to fight,
except for a couple guys, grab a weapon stick close
to me. I will maim and kill, until the very end.
Bodies all around rising from the ground,
be that as it may, I shall survive this day (x3)
Remember the Alamo! Remember Goliad!
Let’s never forget all the good times we had!
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