lusts are satisfied and graves are desecrated the master raises his wand and calls his faithful subordinates he utters the unholy incantation and starts this morbid ceremony they pray for the vital power from unknown so deceased corpses would live again the wind of immortality blows the spirit into their souls mould under the tombstones ripples from movements of bones corpses rise from the graves the invocation has come true cemetery has born to live legion of death performs their duty the chosen are allowed to live the others judgement will be death judgement will be death 