My fire sear unholy place,
I ease the burden of human race,
For such an evil there is no more space,
For such a moron too disgraced.
Thy awful zombies turned to dust,
The end is here for you at last,
You have no option but to die,
Believe me pal no one will cry!

Necromancer is dead
His soul is mine
Necromancer is dead
His death was divined

My power will counter the tide
I hurt the evil & do it right
I kill your servants & burn the place
For God Allmighty I spit in your face
On gored altar, I smash his face,
For crime he made in a sacred place,
With [bad word] anger, I tear apart,
His wicked body - his darkest art.