Praise the Undead

Basarab

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My spirit roams where the air is free,
Where nature's call can reach my soul
And i will travel upon the valley
Where blood and bones once tainted the place

I breath deeply, feel the pride
Of a time we left behind

Within my mind it comes to life
Can feel the bitterness within my heart

When Death was friend to those who lived here once
I see this land is an ancient graveyard

Those houses build on restless corpses
Still chained in fear of him, who reigned in terror ...
And praised the undead