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The Undead's Calling
I feed on the young
Born from the dark
I'll leave you hung
faster than a shark
light can't compare
I'm way to fast
It really isn't fair
Left in the past
strongest of all
Can't compete
Look ten feet tall
Fears the heat
Sun burns me
violent as fire
It kills me
The shadows are dire
At night i feed
Don't try to run
I have much greed
Your already done
My looks can kill
Not only them
You little shrill
Join my men
An army of dead
we live forever
chop off our head
Return us never
