ИльинК - Некромант
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Shadows rise like forgotten vows
Time rots beneath the feet of the gods
The world is a throne of bones and deceit
I am its fallen and eternal priest of words

I gather the fragments of empires
The ashes of powers in my dead hands
People are but candles in bottomless altars
Where fear serves as flame

I am a necromancer, not a ruler, but a voice
Of that emptiness that dwells within kings
Life repeats mistakes and wars
Death only maintains balance in worlds

I raise not the corpses of illusion
Masks worn by centuries of lies
Power and throne turn to dust
And every ruler is my disciple

I see how eternity gnaws at their desires
How greed becomes a chain for all
History is a cemetery
Memory is a curse
My gift is to remind everyone of death

Thousands of faces, but the same hands
Thousands of years, and still the same sentence
The world digs its own grave
And I only read its sentence

A necromancer is the echo of bottomless desires
It is the voice of the emptiness in the hearts of kings
It is not I who raise the dead from the dust
They rise themselves... and call for us to follow them!