Help!
Help! I need my body!
Help! Not just any body!
Help! You know I need my own -
Help!
When I was an evil lich lord terrorising the neighbourhood,
I was bad-to-the-bone and ruling like I should.
Then a band of adventurers came and hacked me to my knees,
Now I find I can't change my mind, it's stuck in a phylactery!
Help me if you can I'm underground,
And my life gets very dull without a sound.
Help me get my skull above the ground,
Won't you please, please, help me!
And now my powers wane as I wait for to reform,
Rotting away, my mind lives on, this cannot be the norm!
My minions fall about with just the slightest push,
Now I mind I can't even find a servant that's not mush!
Help me if you can I'm underground,
And my life gets very dull without a sound.
Help me get my skull above the ground,
Won't you please, please, help me, help me, help me-ooh!
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)