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Necromancer's Garden

For all those Humactis out there...
To the tune of 'Octopus' Garden'

I'd like to be... a Humacti,
in a Necromancer's Dungeon in the shade,
His rituals said... he'd raise Undead,
in his Necromancer's Dungeon in the shade,
I'd ask my Priests to ex-or-cise !
the Necromancer's Dungeon insides,
I'd like to be... a Humacti,
in a Necromancer's Dungeon in the shade.

I'd like to smite (oo-ooh) Zombies all night,
with my spirit-bolts a-blasting Skeletons (bla-ah-ah-ah-asting !)
My spirit-sword (oo-ooh) will slay the Horde,
cuz I love to wade knee-deep through the Undead (through corpses of Undead !)

Ghouls and Mummies, would quake in fear !
cuz they'd get skewered by my holy spear,
I'd like to be... a Humacti,
in a Necromancer's Dungeon in the shade.

I'd get in fights (ah-aah !) with Wraiths and Wights,
cuz the level-draining bastards piss me off (they really piss me off !)
You know it's heaven (ah-aah !) Spirit Armour Seven,
as I'd bounce the Vampires feeble quins and quads (their feeble quins and quads !)

Spectres and Liches, would turn and flee,
while I'd go forth and smite righteously !
I'd like to be... a Humacti,
in a Necromancer's Dungeon with you,

In a Necromancer's Dungeon with you,

In a Necromancer's Dungeon with you...


Lyrics by Jules Fattorini, and apologies to the Beatles, Spring 1998