Rise warriors ancient old,
Rise warriors,
Stories untold
Raise the headless and the hanged,
Raise the pirates and the damned,
I call upon thee now at twelve.
I summon you here.
Careful not to dwell.
Raise my worshippers out of your grave!
Fulfill your oaths, you honor not safe.
I call upon thee now at twelve,
I summon thee to the devil's well.
Rise witches out of the ashes you come.
This is my black army,
Only these souls are to blame.
Dance you damned souls dance into the fires of hell,
No rest for you oh damned souls,
You should have thought of that before you fell.
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