A crooked grin he wore
a sly curve of sin
the name of death, he gladly bore
his darkness held within

To graveyard gloom he went
to find a treasure buried
the life from bodies spent
but to the form a soul again be married

The dead all rose up
with a wave of his claw
drinking from magic's cup
with long-rotted maw

Then away the villain cast
with allies new-found
his armies growing vast
equal his greed abound

On yonder hill he rides
his armies drawing in
like hungry raging tides
twas a storming beast akin

To darkness then the world was thrown
the good all burned a-cinder
throughout the land the evil known
none left for it to hinder.