Look at the dead outside my window
Wonder what's on their mind
My one and only love is an eternal widow
For undeath is all I can find

My flesh is an awkward clothing
Somehow the spectres wails are soothing
My refuge is death in a dead abode
An empowering zeal becomes a goad

Dark urges hoard in my heart
A new course I've come to chart

The curvature of the ritual dagger sings for me a screaming dirge
From under the robes of the disgruntled conjurers necromancers emerge