Raising of the dead

Rose's are red
Violets are blue
I have your soul
So you serve me

You dig from the grave
Get up from death
Pick up your sword
And listen to my voice

Raid that village
Of man who picked a fight
But leave the one who is afraid
To even fight

You will do many harms
Kill and burn all in your path
But not even the hair of innocence
Your sword will touch

Now go my minion
Dig from your grave
Lisen to my voice
And revenge will be your

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