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!
Entered by: 0x6AC3…E2a3 and preserved on chain (see transaction)