I summon you with blood of an ancient line. Awake now, from your tomb's dark confines! The crypt's chill air you shall embrace, as ghostly form do your bony visage trace. Moonlight shimmering on mausoleum stone your figure illuminates to the bone. Writhing and contorting in twisted paroxysms of fear and anguish undying, You rise up from the charnel pits a wraith unholy, spectral eyes blazing brightly. A guttural screaming rises from your withered throat, as phantasmal fingers claw and rot. Your shrieks of torment pierce the night like knives, ghostly howls that none survive! Unleash the horrors hiding in the tomb where the dead shall rise to haunt you as they come!