I heard the wheezing of the restless dead
The cold ghastly sound of bone upon bone
They shun repose upon a bed of stone
I'd gone to the Hoard on a foolish lark
Restlessly pacing the floor of my room,
I'd thought to myself, "I'll rob someone's tomb!"
While mouldering zombies wander around
I never intended to join their cabal,
But they're pretty persuasive when you look at them all
To flee while you can or else come to grief
If you stray too far on your little jaunt,
You'll have two career choices: zombie or Haunt!
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