Ancient Light
Witch Mountain
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Put your hands into mud
My eager friends up heave!
This moldy soil rub in your face
Eons to conceive
With their heads in my hands
Soon reborn and bred
Pile them up, bone by bone
An army of undead
I see an ancient light
I claim this burial site
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Put your hands into mud
My eager friends up heave!
The moldy soil rub in your face
Eons to conceive
With their heads in my hands
Soon reborn and bred
Pile them up, bone by bone
An army of undead
See them marching through the trees
Unearthed, henceforth released