Bayard's Ballad

Undead wizards of the night
Their souls live on, but not alive

Through the flame they all went
In search of hell's magic lent

One went in on the fourth of December
Out came Rotten Revenant Bayard

His magic key was fused to skull
His angelic prayer became a song

Sing the tune to this key
And zombies will appear with glee

At your disposal they will fight
With the devil's magic in all their might

But enchanter! Beware his tune
Bayard's stink… it comes too

The Nether Region stink of death
It kills and rots all the flesh

If the skull of Bayard on a body rests
You'll hear his song… in the form of stench

Your enemies will rot in hell
But so will you, beware the spell!

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